Before construction next door began, I had planted a small phlox that was extra to my needs outside our back fence at the very corner of our lot. During the construction, workmen trampled it, poured gravel and dust on it, ran over it in large trucks. I thought it would never survive. I was wrong. Here's the inhospitable bit of wasteland in question:
Look v-e-r-y carefully to the left of my pathetic barrier of two stones, and coming up through that gravelly ground is this:
It gives me some faith that other life forms will somehow survive the worst that we humans continue to throw at them.