Except for the hardy sedum and some of the Black-eyed Susans, most of the flowers in my gardens died in the three nights of frost.
But overnight I saw this orange nasturtium had popped up in my vegetable garden.
As Jon was putting on his shoes this morning he said to me, “Every time I think my life is beginning to end, I discover it is really just another beginning.”
We are surrounded by constant evidence of rebirth. All we have to do is be open and observant enough to see it.