Wednesday, January 12, 2011
And the star magnolia? What is she thinking budding at this time? Why, there are roses still blooming in the yard, with hurricane winds and temperatures dipping in the 30's most nights.
I was born in the middle of a snowstorm, Mother used to tell me, in the worst of weather, during a war, with occupied forces right next door, with planes bombing all around us, with food shortages.
I was as big as as my father's hand, not meant to survive.
People always surprise us on how long they can survive.
Camellias come just at the right time, when our spirits are tired, our bodies weary. Winter is blustering all around us; but these harbingers of spring are the early sentinels.