“The rain to the wind said,
You push and I'll pelt.'
They so smote the garden bed
That the flowers actually knelt,
And lay lodged--though not dead.
I know how the flowers felt.”
― Robert Frost
I've had times in my life that this poem suited me so well that the words would ring in my head, day after day.
Towards the end of this day, as I picked my grandson up at preschool and we raced through the garden to the parking lot above, I stopped to look at these daffodils and take a photo. We've always joked, they are the family flower...the Daffy-Dills. What I have learned to realize is the flowers are not dead. They manage to rise again to another day and recognize that this too shall pass.
Daffy Dills? That made me smile. And this post served as a reminder than no matter how hard things get, if you are still breathing there is always hope. Rest and move forward.
ReplyDeleteGreat post.
Thanks, Ms. H.,
DeleteWhen Mom was dying, the boys, my brothers, sat in the living room and played music at her request. I'll never forget them singing Flatt and Scruggs "The Good Times Outweigh the Bad." That's my religiosity.