Though I now live in one of the most beautiful parts of the British Isles, I wasnt' born here and one of the things I learned as a child growing up in the inner-city was to spot tiny signs of nature, fighting to establish itself even in the stone and brick and concrete.
Similarly, every year a few dandelions manage to grow between the wall and the gravel of the car park outside our house. They are so determined and such a cheerful yellow that I haven't the heart to weed them out.

[*] One of the elderly women who own Brith.