Just outside my mom's front door, in the midst of the tossed salad left behind by Hurricane Ike, one single lily just came to full bloom. It seems to be symbolic of a new beginning, of new life. All over Conroe, you can witness the display of tree graveyards lining each street, waiting to be hauled away in the city's death wagon. There is mourning from folks who are grieving the loss of dear tree friends which have shaded their homes for years. Thus, the sighting of this tough lily around town brings hope. It blooms in September, in the heart of hurricane season, so it is appropriately named the "Hurricane Lily." In spite of the storm, life springs anew.