The Storm...

I was woken up by a hail storm around 4:30 a.m. this morning. It was loud and brutal outside my window. When I got up this morning I went out to check on my new fragile crocus blooms, figuring they would be crushed under the weight of the storm. To my amazement, they were still upright but had closed their petals to the force of the storm. That's kind of where I've been lately. It's a blessing and a curse to be good at self-protection but I've always had a knack for it. I think I've battered down against the storm but I'm still standing. . .