I drove home in what could be politely called a grumpy mood.
Overslept, school was NOT canceled after the winter storm, and on the way to bring my boys to school come to find out that one of my son's teachers is treating him poorly, the last in a long string of bad events from teachers he's had his senior year.
So actually, I was downright angry.
Then I drive up to the house to find this:
I planted these when we first moved here seven years ago, long before I learned about edible landscaping.
They aren't edible (in fact, they'd probably make you sick if you ate one), and I've never done anything to or for them such as dividing or even watering, but they faithfully come up every spring.
And they make me happy.