New category of things that fascinate me: plants you (okay… I) would struggle to grow flourishing in total chaos… growing out of cement… poking through leaves and rubble.
I found this little gem growing in the parking lot of a local farm stand. Mere feet away, a greenhouse was filled with tables of similar flowers, trapped in little plastic pots, for sale. Did this little guy just manage to get away?
Here’s his partner in crime.
I’ve been thinking a lot — especially as I ogled all the gorgeous WILD orange daylilies sprout up in the most neglected spots around town this spring — about how hard we work to nurture beautiful plants and how effortlessly they seem to blossom where no one really cares. Weedy lots. Wild fields. Parking lots. Alongside the road.
Here’s to the tenacious, irrepressible Tree Grows in Brooklyn plants!
Is it me, or do they look like they’re giving us the finger? Defying our culturally-constrained notions of plant vs. weed, fussed-over garden vs. cracks in the cement with just-enough-soil-to-make-it-work.
You can’t help but root for them.
Ba da bump!