On my almost daily jaunt down to the corner store, I pass a closed automotive repair shop. This place has been closed for about 4 years and is looking pretty ratty about now. The raised planters in the front used to contain a decent if not spectacular selection of perennials and shrubs when someone was there to take care of them. But since the closure the poor plants have been on their own and are slowly dying off. The railroad ties that hold the planter together have been bumped by numerous cars and are falling apart while the soil is totally dry and full of weeds and yet..... this Datura manages to survive and bloom every year. Each summer I think of coming back at night with my trowel and pail and bringing it home with me, but I know that if I try it, I'll kill it. So I'll just enjoy it while on my walks until someone else thinks they would like it in their garden and sneaks back in the dead of night to leave a gaping hole for me to see. So I decided to take a picture now even though the bloom hasn't fully opened because it just might be my last chance. This datura is white.
This is a picture of a purple datura that I started from seed a few years ago. Mine never came up the following year. I guess mine didn't have that survival instinct.