Perseverance

My mother has always had a green thumb. Two really. Year round she has plants that she cares for, but spring has a special place in her heart. For as long as I can remember she has tended a garden. As she approaches the autumn of HER life, she tends to let the gardens shape themselves, becoming more of a caretaker than a designer. But in the past she planted with a plan in mind. Some 15 to 20 years ago she planted a patch of daffodils. Over time they slowly disappeared … except one that persistently grew back every year. It has been some time since it actually FLOWERED, but for whatever reason it has returned to full bloom this year:

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