"Hope springs eternal..." ~ Alexander Pope
Among the neglected pots in the corner of my covered porch, I saw a little ray of hope. Against all odds, far from any water source, I discovered this:
Fearing life was hanging by a thread, though mysteriously hardy, I quickly came to the rescue with water, almost overwhelming the little flowers in the process.
I couldn't help but ponder if Anyone observing us might consider a similar rescue. Would we welcome it? Or would we be overwhelmed? And how long could we really survive without it?