Convolvulus is flourishing in many neglected corners of our city. This patch is on the walkway by the Fitzgerald Avenue Bridge.
When I was a child we used to press the flowers at the bottom and say “Granny, Granny, pop out of bed”. Did you do this too?
“If left, this weed has rampant growth
may need to poison, though I’m loath.”
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