Last night I was walking home from the bus stop. Usually my main focus is decompression and just getting in the door. As I turned over the first overpass, my gaze fell on a considerable expanse of daisies between me and the road. This little triangle sits between the slip road and the link to the Clyde Tunnel and previously all I was aware of were weeds. The daisies stood high in that little bit of shade, a wee bit of wildness in urban sprawl, only to be seen a few pedestrians and cyclists, never by the drivers in the cars as they speed right on by.