Consider the shy, grounded hepatica.

 

The wild hepatica stays on the same rocky shelf, maturing year after year. As its fuzz ripens to open to leaves that will frame the blue flower, the lovely hepatica never complains of growing old, even though it is stiff all day from sitting on a rock in shade. Instead it enjoys what others see in it – a wise and beautiful, rooted living creature full of wisdom from its years of experiencing and opening.
Noted during a walk on the Red Dot Path, Himalayan Institute, March 16, 1996.