Last week, a light blanket of snow and ice covered the world outside our house.
I thought for sure that buds and blooms would take the early frost as an abrupt but certain sign that hibernation time had arrived.
I thought for sure that new growth was done for the year.
But this week, our azaleas are blooming for the first time all year.
And our rose bush has one new flower.
And one bud on the way.
One last burst of growth before winter arrives.
I don’t know where they got the energy and courage for one last burst.
But I want some.