I've probably said before,1 I'm particularly fond of the flowers that grow on our empty lots, enduring, adding beauty, in the absence of care. (How did they get there? Were they once planted by a person, when the lot was a home, and now remain long after the house is gone? Or did they find their way on their own? Hmm...)
1 All my posts should be implicitly prefaced with this statement. After nearly ten years running, almost everything I say on this blog has probably been said here before.