Walking downstairs just now, I glanced out the front door and noticed five poppies blooming in the yard.
The wind and rain earlier this week had pummeled those poor poppies, and only two survived.
But now there are five.
Two are robust and strong, able to withstand forces beyond their control. And the other three? Reborn, resilient, unafraid to try a second time. Phoenixes of the front lawn.