We’ve had a cabin in the mountains for 10 years or so. Every year, I put new plants in the 4 pots on the porch. Because I am lazy, and the porch is 50 feet above the ground, I just toss the old plants over the rail.
My pots are always pretty, but in a place where nature gives constant gifts of beauty, nothing outstanding.
The place where my old plants land cannot be seen from the lake path below, and I don’t tend to peer over the side porch rail (for fear I will land there). When I finally did recently, I saw that my old plants had rooted and spread.
So when I tended the pots, they were pretty. But when nature took what was there, and turned it into a tumbling, thick carpet of beautiful blooms, it was breathtaking.
There’s a lesson here.