A flower grows in Pissis

There are so many reminders of my mother in this house.
Next to one of the windows, a hollyhock grows tall and spindly. It is one of the only flowers that bloom when we are here in August. I remember when my mother excitedly told me that the seeds from this plant came from Monet's garden in Giverny. During a visit there, she secretly snipped a seed pod off a plant and brought it here to her house. This was about 10 years ago. Ever since, it has been blooming in the poorest dirt one can imagine.
As a matter of fact, flowers seem to grow out of every crevice, every dirt patch, even out of walls. The picture above was taken yesterday morning of a sunflower growing out of the stone wall of our shed. No dirt, no visible means of survival. But here it thrives, in almost 900 meters altitude.
And here I thrive too. I am starting to understand why my mother said that she was the happiest when she was here.