This little chap made me very happy on Monday, not quite as happy as the day old lamb, but it was close. However, no sooner had Happiness landed, it was unceremoniously shoved out of the way by that old bully Worry.
This muddy, singularly unimpressive plantlet is a self-seeded Geranium palmatum. The mother is close by and flowered halfheartedly last year, we are hoping for a better effort this season. The discovery of a seedling, nestled amongst a tangle of weeds, made me shout out and manically gesture towards. I believe this was slightly disturbing for those who had the misfortune to witnessed it. “Quick” I cried “let us rescue this babe from such bad company, release it from the motley crew which is threatening to strangle it”. So pronto(ish) I weeded around it, fed and mulched the area, all the while purring encouragement and platitudes.
Then it began, the worries started to wheedle their way in. Is it lonely now, sat there on its own-some, in the cold earth, exposed to the elements with no creeping buttercup to snuggle up to? Probably. Since the couch grass is not longer there to mask its presence, is there a giant illuminated arrow floating above it, pin-pointing it to every geranium loving predator in the neighbourhood? Possibly. Have I killed this innocent with kindness? I hope not. I meant well.