After twice being decimated by Montana's heathen deer, the rose bush is budding once again.
The first thing I thought when I saw the tiny bud was, hope springs eternal.
And I moved the rose into a pot in the house so the deer just go bother someone else.
Necessity being the mother of invention. (1894 translation of Plato's Republic.)
(Who knew? I always thought it was my mother.)
Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar;
Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore!
What future bliss, he gives not thee to know,
But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast:
Man never is, but always to be blest:
For those more playful, less literary --
"... A straggling few got up to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to the hope which springs eternal in the human breast;
They thought, "If only Casey could but get a whack at that—
We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat."
