Like a Dandelion...

A wise boss/friend once gave me a framed picture of a dandelion as a parting gift. It was meant as a reminder that we, like this stubborn flower, should be placing ourselves in those harder places and tenaciously finding roots with which to grow and flourish.

Some would say that you can't find a "harder" place than the concrete sidewalks of Allison Hill...yet without fail all kinds of flowers (and weeds!) sprout up in the cracks those seeds somehow find. People, too, can flourish here - and as I continue to set down my roots, I find joy in wandering the cracked sidewalks of a place that has become my home.

Morning glories, another persistent flower/weed, encroaching on my sidewalk.
Courtesy of Micalagh Moritz