It never ceases to amaze me when winter’s stray bird seed takes hold and starts to sprout in the flowerpots full of last year’s soil. I think there’s a lesson in there somewhere — they are such tenacious little seedlings, not fussy about soil, temperature or light. They still manage to break free of their shells and thrive where the Universe scatters them.
In the past, I have taken a few of the dozens of seedlings and let them have their way in a pot of their own. They do take up a fair bit of space, however, and are earwig magnets. So I believe I’ll take some seedlings and last year’s soil and plant them in a field somewhere. The birds, at least, will love them.