This is my tale of endurance.
This past Winter fierce and biting winds tore at my branches as I dug in harder and deeper then I’ve ever done before. I would not allow those winds to bring me down! I shuddered and groaned, a part of me just wanting to succumb. Yet my persistence to see yet another Spring, brought Strength that I did not know I possessed. And so I hung on.
Spring came. Cold, not anticipated warmth greeted me. The pain from my leaves aching to burst forth never left me for one second. I cried out for relief but none came. For with the cold came lashing rains, rains that lasted with no end in sight. I wept again but no one seemed to care. The Sun my precious Sun was no where in sight.
Finally, I could no longer hold back and despite the cold and rain, my leaves burst forth, slowly at first, but then gaining speed. I grew, astounded just how quickly from the torrential downpours. When it was time for my flowers to form, still no Sun in sight. Agony again gripped me as I wailed for Sun to appear. The fleeting moments Sun I did see, my flower buds managed to greedily drink from its Power, speedily encouraging my flowers to glow. Thank heavens pain resided.
Little by little, warmth pushed its way in. I began to relax and to enjoy Spring for what it is. My flowers flourished, the best they have in years I might add. Then! Before I knew what was happening, deer snapped and ate my fragile just flowering buds right off my limbs as I screamed NO NO NO! My head hung, defeated, tears dripping down my face.
But that wasn’t the end of my torture. To my horror the temps again dipped and my precious flowers wilted from cold. I felt rendered powerless, torn, bloodied and bruised. I wanted to quit, until that is, I saw my human come to my rescue, crying out in rage as she ran for the deer spray to stop any further plundering carnage. You see, those deer never before bothered me and my human did not know to spray me too with the Magical Deer Away Spray.
It was at that moment, I chose to raise my head again proudly, finding my last reserve of Strength in order to display the flowers those nasty deer and that biting cold missed. They may not by plenty but still my Beauty shines through. No matter what, I shall not give up and I will keep on shining my Beauty no matter the odds. Just wait until next year, cold, rain and deer! I will produce the Spring next more flowers that were destined for this year.
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P.S. Yes, this human truly Loves her flowers.
Photography/ “The Azalea’s Tale”/ June 2019©AmyRose Photography