The last vestige of spring, summer, and autumn. Winter has arrived. As I noticed the bend and frozen petals, I could not help but think of how the hollyhock arrived unplanted. I remembered the delight of the bees, the hummingbird moth, and hummingbird as they gathered around and darted into the pink blooms. Oh no, it was not a reflection of what was nor a longing for something that has now passed. It was a bow of gratitude for the Whisper that drew my eyes and the imagery of Life’s precious cycle. A bow of prayer that somehow, as imperfect and forgetful as I am, that I may not see Life’s single blooms but the entwining of all life….great and small.