After raining all night, there's not a lick of snow left on the ground this morning. I have a feeling this is going to be a memorable winter, for all the wrong reasons.
As I completed a yard inspection on a much colder day, a mere two days ago, I gazed upon the lilac bushes with my brain agape in awe and wonderment.
How, I asked, how do these tiny little buds survive the harshest of temperatures only to release a beauty beyond words a few months later?
Sort of pushes one to redefine the word delicate, don't you think?
~Be well friends~
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