It’s probably pretty obvious that I love flowers. So much so that I’m willing to endure the inevitable pain that comes from the bending, kneeling, pushing, pulling work that gardening requires. However, because of that pain, I do tend to choose flowers and shrubs that are easy to grow and that require a minimum of upkeep—flowers that aren’t particular. In other words, I like hardy, sturdy plants that take care of themselves, blooms that don’t expect to be coddled. Here at the Doublewide Ranch, we expect plants to pull their own weight.
So I have a particular fondness for plants that self-sow, flowers that toss their seeds extravagantly to the wind—-botanical spendthrifts. And so it is around our place. I have pots and flowerboxes that I merely have to water and occasionally fertilize because the flowers perennially reseed themselves. Every single one of the flowers in these pictures were accidental blossoms. The zinnias in the top picture I did round up and corral into the bed on the right after they ran amok in the walkway.
This always seems miraculous to me, although I know it can be rationally and scientifically explained. Doesn’t matter. Sometimes it’s enough to just to revel in the wonder of it and to be thankful. I am so grateful for my lovely, self-sowing, fortuitous, happenstance flowers.