Here amid the concrete and steel of the Fed, surrounded by metal posts set into the sidewalk to keep trucks from driving through the windows and grabbing the money (I guess...although someone could just have really lousy taste in statuary) are these humble little patches of color, like tufts on a hand-stitched quilt.
I make a point of checking on their progress every day since I feel that anything that grows downtown needs encouragement. I try not to talk to them aloud (people don't understand) but I do smile at them every single time I pass them. They won't last long. They never do. But while they are here I intend to enjoy them.