Early this spring we (and by we I am mean Mr. Husband) dismantled one of our raised beds, that I grew flowers in last season, and moved it to location that worked better for us. We (ahem) also transferred a portion of the soil that was in the bed before topping it off with a mixture of new soil and compost.
I (yes, really me) planted rows of carrots, radishes and lettuces. As they began to sprout I also began noticing what appeared to be weeds but on closer inspection wasn't so sure. Being the gentle gardener that I am, I let them stay for the time being.
As the weeks went by it was obvious that these babies were indeed flowers that had sprouted from the transferred soil and, although their little kindergarten selves were scattered about randomly, they would stay.
Time marched on and the now gangling leaves were at the awkward junior high stage, learning to mingle with others (the veggies) and I was in love. A few more weeks and they were ready to graduate high school and blossom into young adulthood.
This brings us the present where many of these beauties are ready to leave the nest, or raised bed as the case may be, and make their way into the world - which just happens to be our living room (grin).
Calendula volunteers looking lovely in their upcycled vase.