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Snow pelted my coat's hood this morning as Moose pulled me along our yard's perimeter.
"Heel!" I commanded as we came to my flower bed. One hardy, green plant amidst the sea of dried leaves had caught my eye.
"Sit!" I said to stop this hunting dog from his patrol. I knelt down for a closer look at the snap dragon plant that Isaac had given me for Mother's Day.
"What's this?" I asked. It is now mid-November – after several heavy frosts and three bouts of snow flurries. Still... this plant bears tiny blossom buds.
"How?" I wondered as I pulled my camera from my pocket to capture the phenomenon.
A couple weeks ago, I marveled at its persistence. Was there some special warm-air pocket surrounding this particular plant? How else could it survive temperatures dipping well below freezing? I figured it would soon die. Yet it continues to thrive... Why?
Back in September, I photographed this same plant: a raindrop-covered, pastel bloom and with a bitsy, chameleon spider waving its damp legs. I called that post: Miracles Galore. Today I call this one: Miracles Endure.
