Captured in a single image in the quarry near my home, was the representation of birth, life and death.
In this case the flower happens to be a weed, and a very successful one at that in these parts. A further image is provided subsequently.
These particular specimens were in the process of strangling a thicket of brambles bearing their own fruit. In that regard, much better to tackle the bindweed than the nettle or thistle when out blackberrying.
Now it is off to deepest North Cork for a spot of vegetable plundering with The Sage. 🍀