Be like the single blade of grass. For she too, has been trampled on, mowed down, and hit with such bitterly cold stretches that she had to shut down to survive. Yet still she stands upright with dignity, knowing that she endures, and still she dances with the wind.
I took this picture yesterday in our backyard as I was trying to capture the rain in a single shot. Doesn’t the lawn look pathetic? Hang in there little blades of grass. More rain in the forecast to quench your thirst.