plants do not make the wisest decisions. and they can be complete brats.

I didn’t know this plant bloomed.  But lo and behold look what I found stretching out nicely on one of my Wandering Jews this morning.

There is a story behind these little plants.  Not an interesting story, but a story. And I’m gonna tell it.

Like the un-smart little things they are, these pretty purple plants kept popping up all over the backyard in random places all happy without a care in the world.  They were thriving in their randomness but just asking to be trampled by small feet and furry paws and grown men with no appreciation for hairy leafed foliage.  So I carefully dug them up and planted them in the front yard garden where there is plenty of light and warmth and safety and they’ve pretty much hated me for the last 9 months, those ungrateful little purple spiderwort plants.  However, last week I caved and moved them to see if I could find a spot that would make both them and myself happy. I know, I’m such a pushover.  I’m so disappointed in myself. But  I guess they are satisfied because, even though they still look a bit sad, there is that little purple bloom.  It holds promise.  It says to me, I’m done hating you. Here’s a peace offering. Now leave us be.

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