In an area of the lawn we needed to bury a pipeline. Soil was removed and I designed an Iris bed with stones. Weeds soon invited themselves to the composition. The rigid leaves of the Irises are now mixed with serrate leaves of Mercurialis, soft tones of Stellaria and rounded Umbilicus. I like the result, so I will tolerate it, for now.

Just today, in that area, two silvery eyes where looking at me. They weren't followed with an animal face or body. Just a weed background, like if an invisible master of mimicry were hiding at plain sight. But if was not an animal, it was a weed. A weed with eyes. True history. The world is full of surprises.

The deploying leafets of an Aquilegia created perfectly symmetrical cups at each side of the stem. Sit in the cups, two identical balls of pure dew looking at me like a baby. It was just a seedling in a crevice when I picked it by a tiny leaf and found a new home for the poor thing. Today it rewarded me with some magical seconds for that.

I would loathe having a garden that smells like vinegar and melted rotten leaves. Things don't need to be like this. There is a lot of fun waiting in the unplanned and untamed.