Look at wee Leyna and Kendall!
The tall grass and weeds made for a fun photo background, but eventually we had to mow it. (And by “we” of course I mean “Scott.”)
There was a huge, robust weed sprouting against our fence, but it was a pretty weed. Scott thought maybe it could be a bush of some sort. It was where our compost box once was. We moved it every year to a new spot, and always had random things sprouting up where it used to be.
So we left it. I think we mostly just wanted to see how big it would get before it died.
Except it never did.
And for a couple years after, we’d discuss pulling it each spring. If it was a tree, did we really want a random tree growing there? If it was a weed, it was clearly on crack, and did we want a cracked out weed in our backyard? It might eat the children.
But then, this year, it sprouted fuzzy little buds, and we confirmed that it was not a possessed weed, and was indeed the kind of tree we wanted to keep. It’s a peach tree.
We haphazardly sprouted a peach tree from our compost 4 years ago, and this year it yielded buckets full of delicious Texas peaches.
All we can guess is it must have come from a peach pit that originally belonged to a peach from a tree at my mom’s house.
I’m glad we let it grow.