I took this yesterday in the wild part of my yard. I have two lots in an L shape, because the garage extends five feet onto the second lot. I got permission from neighbors years ago and quit mowing the second lot in 2007. Native plants are reappearing and the deer keep the blackberries down. Tell me if you know what this is!
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Maybe?
I would guess! Wild or something carried in by a bird or deer?
I would guess. After our hurricanes, we all had so many new things in our gardens that were carried by the wind. I look at it like nature’s gift–something I wouldn’t necessarily pick out, but I like it!
It is fun to watch it change through the years.