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.
I know I’ve mentioned this before, but when you start looking at dandelions up close, you begin to see (or “imagine,” if you insist) that they have different “personalities.” There are “the divas,” “the eccentrics,” “the introverts,” “the lunatics,” … and on and on. And each one dies in a way reflective of the nature with which it lived. Or so I like to pretend, at least, when I take their portraits.
This one makes me smile. I think it is fairly stubborn. Maybe “head-strong” would be a good description.