You know those plants that you try to grow, but they just get eaten by your garden? You faithfully plant them again and again, and they vanish into the ether like.. well... ether.
You become so frustrated/reconciled by the injustice that you begin to embrace the "wild flowers" in your yard. Dandelions are a lovely yellow, dontcha know... and they are edible... and.. and.. they don't die. (Unfortunately.)
But then, when you've finally let go and moved on.. look what your daughter finds..
A single, perfect fritillaria.
The lone survivor of the dozens I've planted over the past decade.
Isn't she cool?