Kind of wild

Our house actually spent the first 110 years of its life as a railway station pub and then the following 20 years as offices before becoming a house in the early 1980's. Being a Fenland pub in an area with a high water table it never had cellars for beer storage but instead had outhouses, long since demolished. Consequently it never had a garden originally although the bottom of the plot is well stocked nowadays. However the area at the rear of the house is concrete yard to a depth of about a foot. When we first moved in we had someone attempt to cut through the concrete with a diamond blade. They spent a morning, getting to a depth of ½ inch, and gave up so it appears to be very tough concrete. We had potted plants dotted around on it but the surface still seemed bleak. Something needed to be done to soften it so in the end we reluctantly laid some artificial grass over the concrete. We tried to go for the most 'eco friendly' brand and consoled ourselves with the thought that we aren't using power to mow it or water and chemicals to feed and weed it. And it's done the job, even to the extent that it has produced it's own little eco system. It's not totally sterile. Throughout the growing season various small alpines and other ground covers pop up in it presumably deposited and fertilised by bird droppings from above. So one for Wild Flower Week. A little wild dead nettle in a not very wild location. Thank you for hosting Miranda!