I thought it was gone before it began. Curled so tight into itself next to a deformed bloom that made it about half way then quit right where it stopped, half whole and dying. For days it remained there, clenched in its shell, the hidden beauty shy with the rest of the bunch. I walked out this morning and didn’t even glance her way, why would I, for she was not going to make it through the day, she wasn’t worthy as a big green tight pod sitting in water that evaporated daily, but I left here there….waiting….and waiting.
Something happened overnight, perhaps some magic seeds twinkled in the midnight hour upon her sad self. Cinderella got her gown on and when I awoke, was mesmerized by her finery. Here the big bloom that couldn’t, finally could, and did she ever. Petals of peachy silk softness illuminated by the filtered sun, sitting there taking up half the vase and giving the daisies a run for the money in the looks department. She looked almost haughty in her upright uptight gorgeous way, saying look at me, look at me, the runway model of lilies she is, preening in her silky soft peachy petals, a center point of becoming. Here when I had almost given up hope, thinking my brown thumb did something wrong to deform the one and stunt this one, a miraculous sight surprises me yet again…..and did I tell you she has a little sister now too waiting to bloom? Priceless happiness from a four dollar Publix bouquet…..splendid indeed.