It was 0 degrees fahrenheit, the ground frozen solid for weeks, snow and ice in patches covering the front garden, and yet, near to the place where the garden meets the asphalt sidewalk, near to the cobbles that guard the perennials, were two tiny green spears, not more than an eighth of an inch above the ground, but there, none the less, and, yes, green . . . there yesterday, as well . . . .a promise of the iris waiting to burst forth . . . . . . . a lesson for life, for sure. . .