are still hanging on, even in this somewhat bitter cold. I just love looking at them shivering and glistening in the sunlight. No butterflies have come to call in ever so long now. They take sweet comfort in one another's company and the companionship of hanging on to the branch. They are beautifully surviving, though not blooming in this season. My bush sways in the breeze and enjoyed the senses of the snow which, recently covered us all with white.
The snow came and left and all we have to show for it is the 8 snowballs preciously preserved in our yard. Not large enough for a snowman, but precious to us. North Carolina snow doesn't hang around to become a nuisance. It is just enough to bring us awe and carefulness, but not enough to make us sick of it!
I wonder that the leaves are green, in this frost and I wonder that she is not at all weeping and gaunt, at the loss of her butterflies in this season. She takes it in stride, she seems to know that they will be back and the cold will pass and she stands up straight. She grasps every experience of cold and rain and snow, she trims down for the season and joyfully embraces the new days.
I will try to learn from her.
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