About A week ago, I walked out of house to be welcomed by a bloom. I waspretty shocked as I had no idea that anything remotely pretty occupied the such of dirt at the bottom of my stairs beside my walkway. I was intrigued, so I took a picture.
I assumed it would be no more than a poor excuse for a mini garden causing me to destroy it in the coming days. I also realized that this is the first summer I've spent in my house, which is why I had no recollection of the bloom. The next few days were spent stalking this bloom. Every time I left the house, I would stop to admire it and take a photo. I didn't know why i was taking the pictures...i just took them.
Anyway, the bloom that had turned into a beautiful ugly flower brought something different to my life. An appreciation...or at least something like it. I will put it out there that I hate nature. The bugs, heat, and unknown are just too much for me. However, this flower has ben growing with no help from me and I guess you could say that I was the owner. I have developed a sense off pride for it...... although not enough to make me want to help it in any way.