Last week I ripped down the 'green curtain' of morning glory plants at work and replanted the planters with pansies for the winter months.
I was in a hurry, going something to do something, a thousand things on my mind and all that and I forgot them in the back of the van.
The next day K asked me if there was a reason why there was a bunch of weeds and netting in the back of the van.
(K doesn't know a lot about flowers and nothing really surprises him about me and my abuse of our poor car anymore)
I dragged the whole jumble out and left it at the side of the carpark fully intending to spend sometime untangling the vines to rescue the netting for next year....
just as soon as I had brekky.... and fed the chooks.... and played some online scrabble... and... and....
Then 5 whole days later:
So I took a picture thinking- that's blogworthy!
And before I got around to that:
That is from today. A whole WEEK later. This poor vine has no roots left. It's not in soil. We haven't had rain for weeks.
And it's managing to flower.
Grit and determination!
The futility of trying....