Who knows where it will go

I am looking out at the marsh. The marsh was just dry land when we moved here 12 years ago. I planted iris. I didn’t know deer like iris. Pretty soon the deer had eaten all my iris. Good idea- bad plan. But now all over the marsh I see purple iris. For the deer eat and then poop the iris seeds across the marsh. Iris grow wherever those seeds find themselves… I never know where they will pop up. Just like my plans get eaten by life. And then some good pops up where I least expect it.