Gentleman Farmer was cutting some firewood at the top of our property and had asked if I would bring him some cold water to drink. After I brought him a jug of water and a cup, I was looking around to see if there were any little wild black berries ripe for picking. I didn't find any, but I did discover several of these dainty little plants growing out of the rock of an old road bed. I borrowed GF's shovel and a bucket and dug up several in hopes that they might like growing in the dry flower bed in front of the barn. I planted them immediately to give them every opportunity to survive their change of venue.
Isn't she a pretty little thing?