The Green Edges
and the crack in the wall.
I have a favourite flower and, although it does not really matter for the purpose of this piece, I have yet to meet anyone else with the same choice.
For a long time, I wondered what it is about this particular flower which I find so entrancing, so alluring and comforting. The bloom itself is small, easily overlooked, but the plant is tenacious, appearing in cracks and crevices in each of the European countries I have lived in. It is a plant of the walls, of the windows and of the doors. And, only relatively recently, I realised this is what I love about it the most—it is a liminality made life.