D'vorahDavida
Yetzirah

  Last fall, I rescued a few cuttings from a plant that was struggling to grow in the flower bed by my back door. I rooted them, just three cuttings, and put them in a small pot. Most of the winter they just hung out and put a new leaf on their tips occasionally and called it good. At least I knew they were alive. But about two months ago, something happened. And kept happening and happening. .... and happening. I guess that's why they call it 'Creeping Jenny'. Seriously. I only planted three little sprigs about 6 inches long. Anybody want some Creeping Jenny? I can hook you up, no problem. Lovely eh? (I think you have made your case. Cease and desist if you please.) Very well. Let's go to the garden. (Oh gawd...) Not only do I have Sweet Peas for beauty and intoxicating fragrance, I also have the eating kind... they are doing SO much better than last year! These blossoms, though pretty in their own right, are quite a bit more business like than their frilly fragrant cousins. And over in the corner by my garden shelter, the violas are positively run rampant... And this from a plant that overwintered right out in the garden covered with snow and ice. Makes you wonder about the resilience of plants. Even blooms that look as delicate as this.... are made of sterner stuff than one might think. I live amidst miracles every day here on the edge of the wilderness...