A garden miracle

Remember when the storm killed my dahlia?
 

The other day I kicked Marmite out of the house, and in protest he sat right in the pot where the destroyed dahlia had once lived (I hadn't done anything with the it yet).

{What are you doing Marmite?}

It couldn't have been very comfortable because there are seashells and things covering the dirt. He fidgeted quite a bit, but wanted to curl up in a little ball.

{Marmite hatching an egg}

He looked like a little chicken on a nest.

Or a strange kind of hybrid plant.


Then, a few days later I was just outside looking at my garden when I noticed a miracle!


Ok, so it's not like magic or anything, but it is more fun to think that Marmite sat on the pot like it was alittle nest and out came a little baby dahlia.

{The dahlia wasn't destroyed by the storm after all}

Isn't it cute?


Risen from the ashes of the old dahlia. Probably stronger and wiser this time...