Hard frost overnight. Whipped by gale force winds in a just departing storm. Temperatures in the mid-forties throughout the day. But here they are bright and beautiful for anyone to see who is looking for, and can appreciate, heroes.
They have ever been used by poets as symbols of fragility, and of how ephemeral the bloom of beauty can be. But this year I have discovered — and been pleased to share with you — just how incredibly tough, resilient, and durable they are against all the insults of everyday existence that are hurled against them.
I think that in many ways they are symbolic of you. And I am so impressed by what I see.
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