I'm in a race with my last zinnia bouquet to see who can last the longest. Them? Or me?
They've been standing in a vase for 3 weeks--since before the first hard frost that killed the zinnia plants. If i could pick a fresh zinnia bouquet, i would, but that's no longer a choice.
The 5 remaining zinnias still look like zinnias while their many compatriots have shriveled and turned brown. But the survivors are pale. They don't look fresh, young, and colorful. Sort of like us as we age.
Around us, people shrivel and die, but we are still vibrant. Maybe we don't look as good as the fresh young things, but we still have plenty of life left in us.
I appreciate my zinnia bouquet more and more with each passing day.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Who Can Last the Longest?
Posted by Cheryl Wilfong at 6:46 AM
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