As the rain was lashing down last night, I was cursing the fact that I haven't had the opportunity to get out the long ladder and remove the dandelion from the corner of the drainpipe that runs at the base of my roof. I could hear the water gushing over the lip of the pipe and splashing on the flowerbed below. It just shows the tenacity of the weed that it's able to set up shop in a few millimetres of dirt.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised. In run-down buildings in London I have seen whole buddleia plants sprouting from rotten windowsills.
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