Look at how far she had to go to find her place, to catch the light, to see what is around her.  Her skinny green life-line trembles and bends, but escapes the wind and rain unbroken for now.  It’s late in the summer to be opening her flowers, but that’s what she lives to do.  It’s late in the day to be discovering her, but that doesn’t prove anything.  “Before” isn’t as important as you think.  “Now” counts, if you can get there.