I am starting to appreciate anomalies in nature in ways I had never considered.
I suppose I am getting more acquainted with things not going as you plan. I can’t expect a season in the garden to unfold in seamless perfection if nothing else in life does.
So I am embracing an attitude of wonder instead of one of dismay when things start to distort, twist, stunt, grow nipples, galls or any other odd appendage.