Last fall, I found a packet of wildflower seeds in my garage. I went out back, tore it open and sprinkled the seeds over a bare spot along the fence.
I was in a hurry that day. I didn’t rake the soil or water. The packet of seeds was old, and I knew it was a long shot that I’d see any flowers anyway. At least the birds will eat, I thought.
I forgot all about those seeds until this spring, when I looked out my window one morning and saw a splash of purple, yellow, blue, white and red.
I was in a hurry that day. I didn’t rake the soil or water. The packet of seeds was old, and I knew it was a long shot that I’d see any flowers anyway. At least the birds will eat, I thought.
I forgot all about those seeds until this spring, when I looked out my window one morning and saw a splash of purple, yellow, blue, white and red.
