A couple weeks ago, its leaves had turned crinkly and brown. As I tilted the watering can over the plant, I realized that it wasn't thirsty. Frost had bitten it.
But some of the leaves still shined green. And pink buds struggled to bloom. So I cut off all the dead stems, leaves and buds so that the plant could save its energy to feed the healthy parts.
What metaphors have you found in everyday life?