I found this volunteer growing sideways in an old pot, apparently having sprung from the roots of a discarded annual.  I  lined an old planter with some  of Katrina’s stones from my amaryllis container.  I know she won’t mind.  I spooned rich soil over the stones, then carefully lifted the plant from the shards of broken clay in which I had found it, settling it into the fresh earth.  Then I brought the little rescue indoors, where I will try to keep it alive until spring.  Just as I strive to do, it reaches toward the light, and sinks its roots into whatever earth it can find, seeking nourishment, hoping to thrive.