Thanks to the polar vortex,
I have listened to many complaints about below zero temperatures
I’m looking on this winter the way I might have gazed at the buffalo if I could travel back in time and view them from the first railway to cross the U.S.
But today I’m trying not to think about the global warming havoc occurring everywhere we look.
Today I am appreciating this winter gift from the good old days
and simply reveling in its stark beauty –
Plants can’t migrate.
They have to stand there
and take what the weather throws at them.
What are your favorite flowers of winter?
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