The Daily Post prompt is: city
Even city streets
harbour rampant loveliness
the earth finds a way.
Haiku: Hollyhocks
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“rampant loveliness”–perfect. (K)
These we photographed because they make a neat clump. Next to them is a rambling thicket of hollyhocks. South facing wall on a reasonably quiet city centre street.l
A beautiful reminder to always be looking…
Now that the hollyhocks are in flower, you need a machete to get down some streets 🙂
Very true. I agree with Jennifer that it is a beautiful reminder.
The plant in the photo has grown from a seed that lodged in the crack between the paving stone and the wall. Just a tiny bit of dusty earth. Counts as a small miracle.