A Place of its Own

  So just about everybody and everything needs a second chance at some point in time.  There is this dire need to redo something that did not turn out as well as expected or to make up for something that was done correctly.  Giving second chances can prove or disprove the intended act.  I am all for giving second chances.  Third ones, on the other hand, fall into that "three strikes, you're out" category for me.  Son often tells me I am too lenient but, once in a while, it pays off.

  Back a couple of weeks ago, I was out pushing that lawnmower about the hillside.  More oft than not, my mind wanders during this chore and I am completely oblivious to what I am doing.  It helps the time to pass quickly and makes the task less daunting.  Cutting nigh on four acres with a push mower is not easy when you get my age.  Anyway, it was during that cutting that I noticed something in the middle of the lawn.  A wee plant did not look like the others.  Instead of being a blade of grass, this tiny plant had wide, fuzzy leaves.  My brain immediately recognized this as a member of the cone flowers.  How did I know that?  Other than it being stowed in the cobwebs in the far reaches of the brain, I have no idea.  Still, I was confident enough in my identifying of the flower that I stopped the mower, dug up the tiny plant and replanted it by the tomatoes.  I figured that it would be safe there until it bloomed and I was able to confirm my suspicions.  

  Well, this week, the plant bloomed and I was happy to say that I was correct!  That little plant was, indeed, a yellow cone flower!  Had I not dug it from the yard, I would never have been able to enjoy the loveliness.  I gave the wee plant a second chance and it rewarded me with lovely blooms.  Hopefully, the blooms will make enough seeds that more plants will grow and fill the gardens but, if not, I am already happy.  Giving this plant a place of its own was successful!