Trying their best

  Things have been busy, that is for sure.  So busy, in fact, that I have neglected several things that needed attention.  One of those things has decided to take matters in its own hands or stalks or roots or whatever.  Back when we were clearing hurricane debris, the fallen trees were cut for firewood.  Thinking that we may have a winter this past year, I carefully stacked the wood on the log rack.  Since there was no other place to set up the rack, I opted for the garden along the fence.  The idea was to use up the firewood so the four-o'clock tubers beneath it would be cleared in time for their appearance come spring.  No winter = no fires.  The wood sat and, being old, I forgot about the plants snoozing underground.  

  Spring came and I became busy with gardens, clearing and grinding more debris mulch and home-canning.  By the time I realized that my four-o'clocks were sending up shoots, it was too late to do much but hope for the best.  The plants had already entwined themselves through the wood rack.  Moving the rack was not an option at this point.  The plants were now sandwiched between the stacked firewood, the garden fence and the two foot tall broccoli plants.  They would just have to do the best they could. 

  Plants are resilient, for sure.  Surprisingly, the four-o'clocks are blooming beautifully each night.  Their sweet scent can be enjoyed even though they had to squeeze themselves through an obstacle course of stuff.  I have decided to let them be.  Hopefully, the woodpile will be depleted this next winter (if we get one) and I can make amends to the plants.  Perhaps I should apologize to them for my oversight.