Not being an expert gardener - and gardening in the Western New York climate can be extremely dicey - I am constantly flummoxed anew by the wonders of Nature.
Last year, one of the daisies (among the few perennials that don't die around here) that adorn the front of our house, broke off. Shrugging my shoulders, I shoved the broken stem into a flowerbed and forgot about it.
In the spring I noticed a bunch of leaves appearing but they stayed rather static all summer. Now, with everything dead and dessicated and with a few hard frosts and a sprinkling of snow behind us, look what it just did.
I have to say, I'm impressed.