My Favorite Rock

We have trails down the hill in our back yard. In one of the darkest sections of the woods is this huge rock. Seeing the striations in the rock makes me think this rock has been in my backyard since the dinosaurs roamed there, too.

Even with a trickle of light through the trees, flowers still manage to grow.

No dirt, just cracks and crevices.

Yet something small and delicate and pretty still grows!

This is why I was walking in the woods! Somebody had to hold the camera!