The day after the hail storm, the mums were reduced to just a few stalks. I wondered if they would recover for the late summer/fall bloom. Now, a month later, the damage to the mums isn’t even visible. Green leaves fill the healthy stalks, and tiny buds are forming. They are remarkably resilient. I hope for such resilience in my friends who are encountering storms.
Of course I wish happiness for each of us, including myself, in the coming year. My strongest wish won't make that happen. ... The New Year is uncertain, just as each day is uncertain. So I want to wish us something deeper, something beyond wishing, something that we can count on and know is true each day of the New Year.