On July 27th, we had a severe microburst plow through my area. After the storm had passed, all the neighbors ventured out to survey the damage.
We had several trees uprooted and ripped apart. Nature found its own way of designing the landscape.
After closer inspection, I noticed delicate purple flowers in the midst of the carnage. One in particular caught me eye.
Reflective moment: How is it that nature can mercifully spare temporary flowers that will inevitably die off in the fall while ruthlessly shredding trees that have adorned the landscape for years?
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