Beauty Never Dies

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This Iowa Bluebonnet farmer of mine…

Had a nice little batch emerge…where they were planted…smack dab…in the middle of the backyard…those babies…fretted over…watered…weeded…protected from storms…furry friends shooed away…lest they trample the delicate blooms…

Come August…brown seeped in…petals dropped…pods with seeds began to form…twas time to bid farewell…to Bluebonnet season…but goodbye…was not to be…one hardy soul remained…his colorful blue…bright and bold…amidst the patch of tan…

Time passed…weeks in fact…mid October…the last of the grass was mowed…flower beds cleaned…the Bluebonnet patch cleared…except for one little blot of blue…still standing…stubborn…stately…past it’s time…past…it’s prime…

What are you trying to tell me…says this old gal…having watched this brave soul…as the seasons changed…what’s the message…what’s…the lesson…could be…so many things…each as special…as our own story…so open your heart…take pause…listen…let Little Bluebonnet speak to you…

What does he want you…to hear…
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And that husband of mine…agrees…