Urban Ecology On the way to buy burritos I made everyone stop so I could pick some bladder campions and put them in my hair. There were masses of them, purple-green-veined white balloon shaped flowers with five tiny petals at the end of each one. They were little fairy dirigibles, propellered and all. They grew from cracks in the concrete along a fence next to a vacant building across from a construction site on a bleak little street without even a tree. All afternoon at work I was Titania, with a garland in my hair. It was raining on some weeds near an office building, but in my midsummer’s dream, I walked in a woodland glittering with dew. -- Amy Isikoff Newell, 2012