Winter of the Storage Locker Patriarchs

I spotted the first spiderwort flowers of the season Thursday morning, in the scruffy right of way behind the old neon plant. Just two early blossoms, right at the foot of this remarkable yucca that hides there in plain sight under the barbed wire, in the shade of a gnarly tree that has conjoined with the chain link. The yucca bloom is more spectacular, when it happens, lush white cups big enough to hold a whole bird, but that’s some weeks off. And in the case of this plant that has naturalized into the negative space of the city, there’s a good chance not a soul will see it.

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