Moss is lovely:
...growing out of the crack between the street and a damp stone wall. I dearly love moss--I nearly always touch it if I find some.
...it's even nicer if you get down on your hands and knees and have a closer look (this must be why my pants always have a hole in the knee). See? It looks like a succulent, doesn't it? Click on that photo, won't you, so you can see it properly. Up close you wonder, is that how moss flowers? Or is something else growing up from beneath the moss?
Then there are those small, flat-growing plants that everybody just walks right over without noticing:
Yup--that is cock's comb, the popular backyard garden plant. Taller than my daughter.
And though it may look artfully arranged there around O-Jizo Sama, I don't think anybody planted it on purpose in the crack between that step and the parking lot asphalt.
Makes a nice visual metaphor for perseverance, don't you think?
Here's a closer look at O-Jizosama (below):
Unusually for O-Jizosama, he has several pair of arms behind, and not what I'd call
a beatific expression:))
Lots of people in our hurried modern-day world tell themselves they need to "stop and smell the roses". So they look around, don't see any roses or smelly flowers, and hurry on with their busy-ness, never noticing the strong, persistent life beneath their feet. To that I say--get thyself a field book! Those plants have names, too:))
Mata asobou, ne!
p.s.--I found last week's Yabukarashi coming up out of a crack next to the bus depot.
...Never say die!