The space around the subway station in my neighborhood has been virtually abandoned. The transit authority does the barest minimum to maintain what they consider to be their property (this does not include picking up trash) and the city does absolutely nothing to maintain the property on their side of “the line.”
As a consequence, the area near the overpass becomes a dumping ground for those too lazy and stupid to carry their refuse another 10 feet to the bin. Except for a few weeks in the middle of June when the corn flowers take over.
Rangy, thick stalks spend most of May shooting up, up up from fist-sized clumps of scraggly leaves. Then, suddenly, one day in June they bloom. Petals in Fibonacci series two and three to a stalk from corner to corner defying the trash throwers and the car exhaust.
In a few weeks they’ll be gone but for now they make traveling to and from almost pleasant.