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A Fable about Plant Evolution
There was once a common weed that got along normally. An indiscriminate and opportunistic struggler, it established a comfortable niche in the garden.
Then came the day when the weed was dug up and re-potted, mulched and carefully fertilized. It subsequently grew enormous leaves, and soon bloomed peculiar purple flowers that butterflies shunned.
It had become exotic.
So the plant was sold and selected to continue its life as a labeled specimen placed in a spacious hallway, faraway from garden creatures, except curious humans, and the occasional seeing-eye dog.
MORAL:Un-preparedness can be priceless.