gifts from the past

I was tearing out vines all weekend. On the last day, I pulled up what I thought was an invasive gladiolus, but it wasnt. It was a delicate fritillary gladiolus that my mother gave me years ago, when we were at our first house. Somehow, under the green mulch that has been the jungle taking over my garden, that slender bulb thrived. I quickly watered it and promised to mulch it and keep it happy.