amaranth

Last year there was amaranth everywhere. It was really cool, but seriously, it was everywhere. By the end of the summer I was really sick of it. This year I didn't plant any. But some came back anyway.

Growing from the cracks in the sidewalk or patches of dirt on the concrete. Suddenly. One day seedlings, the next, six feet tall.

In the case of the front area, it's growing out of the broken pipe that's apparantly some kind of sewer vent. It makes Steve crazy that this thing is growing out of there. But it's huge and I love it. Nature, claiming its bit of the city back. The roots are shallow and I'm sure the next "tropical storm" will just knock it over. And that will be the end of that.