Saturday, February 22, 2014
The gusting wind woke me and kept me from sleep. It was well below freezing, and I, right there in the middle of the night, promised my Daphne that I would cover them from the harsh wind first of the Things I get to do today come morning. Their tender little flower buds were already fat and pink, the fragrance still concealed tightly inside.
But when morning came, the flower buds looks browned and "burnt" from the cold and low humidity. It seemed too late. I thanked them for trying. There would be other flowers. There would be other years with less harsh winters.
But now this morning, two weeks later, the snows and ices all melted, the smallest flash of a flower caught my eye over breakfast. Was it really possible that the Daphne kept its promise of blossoms and fragrance and bliss though it was too late for me to keep mine?