“The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus (1922), Part One, XXI
Fleabane is a favorite of mine. I admire the adaptability of this plant (or weed as many would refer to it), which manages to grow in the most unwelcoming of places. The clusters of flowers are so cheerful and expressive. They always call to mind wild-haired children tumbling over each other with laughter.
An abstract extraction.