We enjoy the vivid colors as Fall passes us by. Yet as the colors fade, so does our attention. We move into winter and our attention is drawn away. Onto bigger and better things, onto the long cold nights, and the snow that piles up in drifts outside the door. Yet even with it’s harsh vengeance, Winter is never able to completely obliterate what came before.
Every year there are yellow folded leaves still clinging the trees. They stubbornly hang on refusing to let go. They stand strong through the late fall rains. They hang on through the high winds, and the furious blowing snows. Ice clings to them on the coldest days, but still will not let go. They still stubbornly hang on as the days thaw and winters chill begin to ebb away. They hang on until winter finally breaks, only giving way when the new buds for spring start to open.
I have always had respect for them. In a tiny display, they show Natures strength. It shows that in even the smallest unobtrusive places nature is tenacious. So every year I look for them, and when I find them I smile. The yellowed leaves that hold on when everything else lets go.