A Slow Surrender To Winter Winter's harsh cold is not the ideal condition for flourishing plants, budding flowers or thriving spring life. For essayist Julie Zickefoose, this reality was hard to fight. It took withering blossoms and decaying insects for Zickefoose to understand the finality — and beauty — of winter.

A Slow Surrender To Winter

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Unless you live in a warm place, the arrival of Christmas means you can no longer kid yourself. Winter has come. Each year, that is particularly hard to accept for commentator Julie Zickefoose.

JULIE ZICKEFOOSE: So it goes with the geraniums. I have to let them die. Tomorrow. Or maybe the next day, with a light snowfall for a funeral shroud. Oh, the intractable human heart. It does this every year.


SIEGEL: It's commentator Julie Zickefoose and by the time you hear this, you can rest assured that she will have consigned her geraniums to the compost file. She lives and writes in Ripley, Ohio.

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