It's no secret that I love snapdragons. I carried them in my wedding flowers. I plant them in my flower garden every year. My mom would probably woefully tell you that I destroyed more of them than I count, just to see the dragon's mouth open and close.
The other day, coming home from work, I almost stepped on this little beauty. Somehow it traveled from my flower garden to the most unlikeliest of places, a small crack in the cement of our front walk. Despite no one watering it and the tiny trampling feet that cross this spot many times a day, it managed to bloom and thrive.
Thanks little flower, for reminding me that I can bloom and grow in spite of the circumstances.