The Plant
Before I planted the garden, I noticed a plant had come up at the end of one of the rows. I could tell that it was from the squash family, but I wasn't sure if it was a squash or a pumpkin since I planted both last year. It was on the row that I was planning to plant the beans, but I decided to leave it and see what came of it.
Well, it is clear now that it is not a pumpkin or a squash, but a gourd. This plant has literally gone crazy, completely taking over the fence at the end of the row. The leaves are big and green and it has dozens of beautiful white blooms every single day. There are at least fifty small gourds growing on it and more seem to show up constantly. Funny thing is, I'm still not sure how it even got there.
I am amazed every morning when I go out there and find that it has somehow managed to grow even bigger than it was the day before. It has become, quite accidentally, the center piece of my garden.
I'm glad that I decided to leave that little plant where it was. It would have been easy to remove it while it was still small, simply because it was in the wrong row. But what would I have missed by doing so?
Perhaps there is a lesson here somewhere. Too many times we try to remove something from our life because it doesn't seem to be in the right place. Maybe, just maybe, by doing so we are removing a small piece of joy that would have grown and blossomed into something beautiful if we had only given it a chance.
