Old Order Mennonite Memoirs

It was this past springtime when my little greenhouse was all empty that I noticed some purple wandering jew vines still growing under the table, without pots. I yanked them loose and threw them in a bare spot in my garden, knowing they would forgive my carelessness and keep on growing.

But in that same spot, some bubble gum petunias sprouted from last year's seeds and so began the race for space. The two aggressive growers tried to outdo each other all summer. The wandering jew vines provided the spine for the petunias to grow upward and a huge mound of pink began to form, with purple tip...