A few weeks before Thanksgiving, I planted up a dozen or so pots of paperwhite bulbs to force (along the way, learning that paperwhites are Susan Patron’s birth flower. Note to self: find out what your birth flower is). All of the pots provided lovely fragrance and clean white color in time for Christmas, just as hoped and planned.
Except this one. I was just about ready to pitch it, thinking it a dud. But something made me move it to my kitchen window. Now, nearly Valentine’s Day, this bulb has presented me with a sweet surprise.
This slow bloomer on my windowsill reminds me that good things do come to those who wait — good things including paperwhite blooms and stories that make sense.
This paperwhite needed time to develop . . .
and so does my work.