Today I just have one modest little plants-on-the-ground photo from me, a mini-post before I take leave of the urban plants to spend the weekend in the woods with the big trees, mushrooms, frogs, fishes and foxes. I spotted this cement donut yesterday at the subway construction site in front of my house, which has been a very tumultuous habitat for those brave plants who have dared to grow there during the past two years.
I’ve seen huge piles of topsoil, left untouched by the very slow workers for months and months, grow handsome heads of grassy hair, only to suddenly be turned over and distributed on the traffic island that has suddenly reappeared. I admire morningglories snarling their way up construction fences but know that their home, too, will soon be rudely yanked away. However, I will be very happy to see this interesting but noisy and inconvenient construction site finally be wrapped up (the new due date, after two postponements, is November 4) so that the lawn before my house can be restored and the poor little cave-like grove of pear trees and other decorative plants in front of my door, currently obscured by fences and rerouted lanes of street, can finally breathe and be appreciated once again.