Unexpected glint of esthetics in my onion patch.
I have no idea how they got there, but what a sweet surprise.
They are molto miniature, these little pansies. I wouldn't have discovered them if I hadn't been weeding. And luckily I didn't pluck them out of the ground along with the other interlopers.
So, question: If a weed you didn't plant in your garden is unwelcome, what about a pansy you didn't plant?
I'm leaving it in. I doubt it's going to cause much mayhem.
For something wonderful to eat when life gives you too many onions (and damn, I thought we'd be harvesting these onions back when it was onion soup weather), go check out this vague, tenuous how-to on onion toast. To clarify, if needed: butter bread and cram it into a baking dish. Distribute onions that have been sauteed with seasonings (salt, pepper, bay leaves) over the bread. Sprinkle loosely grated cheese (grating cheese, please) over the top, Not Mushed Down! Bake at ohgod, I don't know, 350? for half an hour. It's awesome.
Also, read the comments on that old post for a fun comments game we had going there for a while. Ah, the good old days.