When I was a little one, one of my favourite things to spot was a dandelion growing through the road. Not in the cracks in the sidewalks, but seemingly breaking right through the sticky black asphalt. I still watch for those stubborn little weeds. I also love when vines climb houses and fences and hide human creations with lush leaves, and when moss slowly paints a plush green over walls and sidewalks. And I admire the destruction that can be wrought by insufficiently contained bamboo.
These tiny ferns somehow found root in the cracks in a wooden bench.
I'm an urban Pagan, living and working in a city. It is a very green city, full of community gardens, trees, parks, and forests, but it is still a place of cement and glass and plastic. The city gives us nature in containers and behind fences. I like seeing the little reminders that plants have their own lives and make their own ways in the world.
Green is the colour of determination.
