When I step out into the cold morning,
I've been noticing a heavy frost on the cars
and covering the ground.
My wildflowers finally died off.
I went to bed one night and they
were still green... got up the next day
and they were brown.
Everything we worked so hard planting
at springs beginning... gone.
Except for this lovely.
We planted forget-me-nots here,
but they never grew.
This lone petunia grew instead.
It refuses to die, in spite of heavy frost
and much colder temperatures.
Life's like that too. Some of the unexpected
surprises are the ones that are most beautiful.
Yep, "tunies" are tough!
ReplyDeleteSo are our Grandchildren.
Good Morning!
Our flowers are holding their own here. There was a havey frost last night, so we'll see what they look like when we get home from work. The kiddos are so cute! Our little people moved far,far away last May and we really miss them!
ReplyDeleteDrools and licks,
Minnie and Mack
that petunia is your hope for spring, that even though the winter will be cold and lifeless, new growth will be waiting in the days ahead!
ReplyDeletebeautiful grands!! always a joy I'm sure to have them around!
betty
Sounds like the pansies that we plant. Those are some tough flowers!
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