Ray in Exile

Last year right around this time, I posted a picture of a sunflower that had decided to grow out of a crack in our driveway. No care. No feeding. No earthly explanation.
So what are the chances of this happening twice?
Last year Gina planted bluebonnet seed in the grass patch between our alley and our driveway. As luck would have it, though, a few days later we got a horrendous storm with flash flooding. Flooding so furious that it actually ripped a 30-foot section of pavement off the alley and pushed it out into the street. So there was clearly no hope for all those tiny seeds which hadn’t had a chance yet to burrow underground where it was safe. They were obviously long gone, washed down the drain to Waller Creek.
Sure enough, wildflower season came and went, and that little patch of weeds didn’t sprout a single one. At the end of April we went ahead and mowed it. And mowed it again two weeks ago.
So Gina gets out there on Father’s Day to do my mowing for me (she was gonna do it topless to make it an extra special Father’s Day, but chickened out at the last minute) and what does she run across but this little guy:

He’s late. He’s probably lost. Definitely lonely (wildflowers usually travel in packs). But he’s survived two mowings — three if you count this last one when Gina found him.
Cassidy and I have decided to name him Jeremy Boob.
A real nowhere flower.