We found Mathilda among weeds last week as we were picking wildflowers. She had a delicate white blossom. She was in an area that was going to become a sidewalk. My daughter wanted to get a shovel as soon as we got home and rescue her. She named her Mathilda. We dug her out of the hard clay ground and placed her in a pot filled with Gardeners Gold Organic Potting Soil. While I was digging Mathilda my daughter found another flower she named Delilah.
Mathilda and Delilah are in a pot on our back deck. They were rescued the day before the backhoe dug up their home. There is a now a sidewalk over the spot where we found them. The same sidewalk my husband placed a 2012 penny last week.
I will take the flowers to the new sidewalk so they can visit the place where they germinated. I wonder if seeing where they use to live will give them a sense of closure. Mathilda and Delilah will see a cement block covering their old home. If they had jumped off of the shovel and dug their roots back in the hard clay, they would have been plowed over and buried under six inches of gravel and cement. Mathilda and Delilah would not have lived to maturity and died a natural death, leaving their seeds to germinate into a new generation.
My daughter and I just carried the pot containing Mathilda and Delilah to the new sidewalk and placed them over the area where they use to live. While we were there my daughter found a pink wild Morning Glory.
“Run Mama and get the shovel. We have to save this flower too.”
We dug up the wild Morning Glory and placed her roots beside our mailbox. Tomorrow I will ask my daughter what her name is.
