The two windows in our dirt floor basement allow for considerably less light. (We have a thick stand of hostas outside that block out even more of the sun's rays in the summer and spring.) Nevertheless, it's possible to scout around down there and find weird, pale little plants (not pictured...too weird to photograph) growing up from the floor. When I see these strangelings, my thoughts turn to the idea of reincarnation: "What would it take to get reborn as a basement volunteer weed?" (Answer: Depends on what you were before and how much love you could manage.)
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