I recently wrote a post about My Mother’s Garden, more specifically her peonies, which were once her grandfather’s. When she moved last year, she packed them up along with her furniture – true heirlooms.
This yellow Buttercup Bush is no heirloom; but if it has its way, it will be. Its resilience is both fascinating and lovable. Last year I decimated the whole bush, tearing it up by its roots like a tyrant because it was looking a little leggy and weak. Now here it is, a year later, pushing its way up through the Hibiscus. I don’t know how, but the Buttercup Bush is here to stay.