Yesterday, I posted this photo. I purposefully looked at it again today when I went outside. I'm so tickled by this little renegade pansy but
is coming in the form of lower temps than this area has had in several years.
Will the pansy survive? Or will it be frozen and shrivel up and die? Today, I also noticed that my (what I grew up calling) "foot-a-nights" or what most refer to as "August Lilies" are beginning to poke out of the ground. No, no, no, no, it's way too early for them to be doing that! It's only January. We still have February & March to get through of bone-chilling cold. Sometimes April and even May will have snow days. Today, it's supposed to get up into the 50's. Tomorrow, it's only supposed to be in the low 30's and by Tuesday the high is forecast as 14! And a possible snow storm on Thursday or Friday is forecast as well. I don't mind the cold so much as the snow and, even worse, ice. Wintertime, with it's cold and snow/ice seems to be so barren. There isn't any beautiful foliage, trees are bare, flowers *usually* aren't blooming, and only the evergreen trees retain their beautiful green throughout.
But, beneath the frozen soil, lies a miracle. It takes the changes from season to season, from Autumn to Winter, then Spring into Summer, to allow those trees and flowers to make the changes necessary in order to burst forth in splendid beauty.
And that's what I'm thinking to myself during my life changing journey. Beneath this outward appearance of fat, is my desire to make the changes necessary to burst forth in my own splendid beauty. Each day, I must strive to find something to encourage me so that when setbacks occur (and they will), I can be reminded that the improbable is probable, that seasons constantly change, flowers and trees regenerate, and I can change myself.
Even if my little pansy does get frozen, it gave me the promise of Spring, the promise of new life coming up from bulbs planted many years ago. I think of myself as one of those bulbs, planted in the hopes of blooming beautifully in Spring. It won't be this Spring. But, if I continue looking upwards, finding those small miracles, making the changes necessary, gaining strength daily, next Spring the WOW factor will be me