At what point do we say that "things are done, of no more use, or otherwise of little perceived benefit? These Zinnia from the shade garden on the East side of the woodshed beg the question. They perished from their summer life some weeks ago, but I have left them stand as I admire their tenacity at remaining upright through many frosts, high winds, and inclement conditions. They are as fallen warriors on a battlefield that radiate spirit. These are traits that I admire in humans, which are not commonplace. Tenacity however, invites relatives that are often ill received.... lonliness, pain, and darkness. The perserverence of those tenacious provides the fortitude to work through these obstacles and as with these expired Zinnia-shine with beauty in a mindful and peaceful state, without "pushing the river."
"Fall seven times, stand up eight." Japanese Proverb