power to the flower
When I was a child, little violets that used to be part of a flower garden escaped and seeded themselves in the grass. Every time my dad fired up the lawn mower, I would go into a panic. Armed with a trowel, I'd frantically dig as fast as I could, trying to salvage as many as possible before the sharp blades scalped their little blossoms. It became a real thing for me. I mourned every single one there wasn't time to get to. So, you can imagine how good it feels to see this:
Why we can't mow our lawn, at least, not yet:
