Life After A Hurricane

  I often ponder what stories could be told if only other things could communicate with us or, perhaps, if we could communicate with them.  This has become more taxing on the brain with each added year.  This year, most people have been complaining on just about everything under the sun.  That whining actually includes the sun as one person said "Grade school was a lie!  I just found out that the sun is really a white star and not an orange or yellow planet."  Alrighty, then.  (Thought processes baffle me.)  Sorry, but if you are in your sixties and just found out that you have been using the wrong crayon all these years, your grade school probably was a bust.  Pondering that, also.

  But back to things talking with us.  With the "after hurricane" drought upon us, it was prudent that I take a few moments to water the plants....or what is left to the plants in the yard.  One leaf caught my attention as it appeared to be trying to communicate...if you use that thing called an imagination.  (Some folks seem to have outgrown theirs but mine runs rampant at times.)  A rather large leaf on the rubber tree appeared to have some sort of weird writing on the back.  Maybe the plant was trying to tell me how terrific the storm had been and how heroic it was to have survived despite being caught right in the middle of it.  Or, perhaps, it was reprimanding me for leaving it to fend for itself in such destructive weather.  

  Truth be told, the leaf bore the scars of debris that zinged into by the fierce winds.  It always amazes me how resilient plants are during catastrophic weather events.  Most will be stripped of leaves or will be left in tatters, yet, given time, they will shoot out new growth.  Here it is just weeks after a hurricane and the pear tree has blossoms, the Confederate Rose has many buds and a beautiful bloom and the rubber tree is setting new leaves.  Life goes on.  Mother Nature does not let things just give up.  The will to survive is incredible.