Hope Is a Garden
The gloriously crimson flower stalks of Hopi Red Dye Amaranth have found their niche, self-seeding along path edges and in less fastidiously weeded beds in this back corner of the garden for a couple years now. I consider them very welcome guests, both for the contrast they provide to endless green, and for their tender leaves that occasionally make it into our dinner. Harvesting the seeds is rather tedious, as I found out the first year I grew them, but now all those seeds bank in the soil to return as baby plants.