Every year next to my mailbox, this black-eyed Susan comes back through a crack in the cement.
This may sound cruel, but I’ve even ripped it out in the fall. It was long past its beautiful, youthful days of summer.
And it came back.
So I’m starting to think I should let it be. In fact, I will nurture it. Pull away its dead leaves and snip the old blossoms.
It doesn’t seem to need water.
She’s something of an inspiration.