I love a flower that is content to remain in the background of the garden and doesn't shout with color or scent as if to say "look at me".
I love a native flower, too, one that might, if I was a lucky gardener, just one day show up in my garden.
Do you know what flower is all of these things I love about flowers?
The wild petunia is all of these things I love about flowers.
Ruellia humilis, self-sows, but not so much that you think it is going to choke out all the plants around it.
Its little bluish purple flowers don't shout or have a heavy scent.
And it is native to the Eastern United States.
I got my wild petunia start from another gardener. It was a raggedy little snatch of root and shoot that I hurriedly planted one cold November day. I wondered if it would make it. Later that next summer, after I had mostly forgotten about it, I stumbled upon its blue flower.
Since then, I never cut back the wild petunias, not even in late fall. I just let them be.
Sure, sometimes in a fit of weeding madness, I might pull one out. But I just shove it back in the ground with a quick apology and a little pat as soon as I realize it.
Slowly, slowly, slowly, faster than a glacier, but not as quick as a dandelion, wild petunias are making a little stand in my garden.
It's becoming a place where the wild petunia blooms.
And that makes me happy.
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