One of my favorite flowers is the nasturtium. I always plant some in my garden, in flower boxes, in pots, here-there-and-everywhere. I didn't plant even one this year. (I guess that makes a sham of my previous sentence, doesn't it?) Why didn't I? (Please don't ask me any hard questions, I didn't sleep well at all last night.)
When I pulled the pea vines off their trellises this year (gosh, that seems like a loooong time ago), I noticed one little nasturtium plant poking through the soil at the end of one of the trellises. Could it have been mixed in with the pea seeds? Or was it a volunteer left over from last year's garden?
I took this picture yesterday when I was in the garden taking down the trellises (finally) and putting them away for the winter. This gorgeous plant has grown HUGE. It measures about four feet across.
It's loaded with red/orange (my fave) perfect blossoms
When hubby comes down from his upstairs office, he has commented several times on how much he enjoys looking down on it.
Now why can't I get my purposefully planted nasturtiums to grow so big, beautiful and luxuriant? Huh? HUH?
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