A month ago, I plucked out of my beloved Lilac plant, a little weed that had rudely taken residence in there, eating away the goodness that was meant for another. I always feel rotten to destroy these little creatures and often, I put them in their own jars or toy pots. They have as much right to live as normal plants. This one weed, I put into a old perfume bottle and in the month that went by, it seemed that it liked living there and grew and grew. Today, it sprouted its first little flowers. They’re yellow and white but you can’t see that, because this is a monochrome diary of a monochromatic life. Happy little weed.