Tough Customer
“How cold is it?"
"Look out the window," he meant for me to use the rhododendron thermometer in the yard.
Those leaves are curled in extra this morning. Must be around ten degrees. The daffodils and crocus are bent in icy tableau, waiting like stone statues for Aslan. Other blossoms have turned brown, but the rhodos don’t participate in this decline. Pulling their lobes around them like a parka, they wait for sunshine to set them free.
Defensive behavior buys them more chances to proliferate. Why not hide out while the barrage of negative environment batters from without? Eventually, the positivity will prevail.