Squeezed into a sliver of a crack between a slate and cement on the back porch a seed from the hanging petunias dropped grew this flower. Sometimes when it droops I water it. But mostly it does fine on its own.
For me, this petunia is a symbol of possibility during the most hopeless times. It is the unexpected at its best.
I love little flowers that grow in small cracks. I always want to cheer for them.
Yeah, Carolyn, same here. I think probably for the same reason too. 🙂
Beautiful❣️Thank you
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Makes me feel the necessity of persevering during the most difficult of times. If that small flower can push through the crack in what is hard all around, then perhaps I can also.
Yes, LoisJean, that’s just it!