Forgotten Gains

I don't really deserve these beauties. They are by the shed in a tub that I throw a few odd weeds onto, rather than dispose of them properly, and it sits quietly all year, accumulating this debris until Spring, when the bulbs I have forgotten about pop up. Then, when the flowers have died off, I forget to repot them and the cycle begins again.

There's a lot to be said for a poor memory.