“A weed is a plant whose virtue is not yet known.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I notice it when I’m heading indoors from photographing the lilac buds one day. Tucked away, hidden almost, among the growing greenery that will one day turn to a mound of white daisies, the soft downy white bud bows in the afternoon sun. My logical brain assumes it to be a daisy because, after all, that’s the place where the daisies bloom. I don’t connect with the fact that it looks nothing like a daisy bud.
A couple of weeks later, it blooms; and I continue to assume. Then, I’m watering one day–mindful and paying attention–and realize the white flowers aren’t daisies after all. One windy afternoon I pluck one and take it inside to photograph.
Moving it to catch the light, I get close, then turn it around and am surprised by the downy pink on the back of the white blossom. I spend a pleasant bit of time taking photos of this newcomer–from where, I have no idea–to my garden.
Serendipitously someone posts a photo of this flower on the local gardening page I follow seeking to determine the identity of a mystery flower that has become invasive in their garden. One of the gardening gurus declares it to be Anemone sylvestris. I harness the power of Google and confirm that my mystery flower is the same.
How it arrived in my garden, I don’t know, but I like the mystery and wonder it arrived with.