Every spring I clean out the pots when it is time to plant new flowers or plants. I have a little spot on the edge of the hill where I toss clippings, and the occasional expired plant if the potting soil is so hard it will not readily disperse to help fill in holes in the yard. (Have I ever mentioned that the rain and run-off here sometimes leaves indentations in the yard, or bare spots near the magnolia tree?)
Imagine my surprise one day when I spotted a flash of color near the compost pile and walked over to check it out. I had either forgotten I planted a perennial, or it was a trash pile miracle. The little clump of soil had been nestled in a gentle depression just to the side of the clippings, and following spring rains, had returned to life. I got the hoe and gently retrieved it. I love unexpected presents.