It was the tiny leaves that caught my eye.
Tucked into a narrow crease between the tarp and a block of wood holding it in place. The slit was only 2 – 3 cm (about an inch) at the top, less that half that at the bottom.
What could possibly grow there? Quite a lot, as it turns out.
Wild geranium. White spruce. Dandelions. Moss. Several itty-bitties too small to identify. Nestled into a space no wider than a finger.
Given the most meagre environments, life takes hold. Something to remember.