Yesterday it was daffodils. Today it’s a rhododendron.
This one was transplanted by my mother-in-law from the garden of her parents-in-law.
It survived successive droughts when the only water it got had to be carried to it in a bucket.
It’s also survived frosts and snow.
Tonight I’m grateful for the lesson from nature’s resilience, and for a garden where the plants hold stories of generations past.