surprise
Nestled in the weeds at the side of my driveway, sheltering from the drizzling rain, the spindliest wobbliest little bambi.
Now I know it'll grow up to strip my garden faster than an all-you-can-eat buffet in a college town, but I'll gladly trade my hosta for such a joyful surprise on such a grey morning.
I'm so glad that I have reclassified my weeds as "volunteers" and left them to flourish and bloom in the autumn.