6 August 2008

tenacity

It's hot and dry. The poppies have gone. The citrus trees are curling their leaves, thirsty. I am losing my suntan as I stay indoors in the cool.

Holding their heads high, catching the light at certain times of the day, tough and enduring, these floral gems look delicate and precious, but thrive in such conditions.

This one, growing a metre out from my steps, has survived hot soapy water, bleach, Zacchi, Zacchi food, brooms and rakes. It makes you stop and think, really.

Some people, in the face of adversity, weep and wail, break and fall. Others smile, work a little harder, and look the world in the eye.

If I can't be a poppy, can I be the blue flower growing strong against the odds?

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