To create a little flower is the labour of ages

This was spotted growing out of a crack in a high wall on the way to Canonmills.

My companion accused me of being sentimental for wanting to take this picture. Perhaps that's true. In any case, I'm always quite pleased to find things like this, where some kind of lifeform has found just enough of the right conditions to make an existence for itself.

Today was sunny enough to bring the freckles out on my arms and make me go a little pink. I'm sure that that flower must have been loving the sunshine, in its own way.