In search of lost time
6 Jan
When Betty came to visit, she gave me a single paperwhite bulb. I didn’t have a proper container to force it, so I jury-rigged one out of a votive holder and some tin. Within a few days of being given water, the roots began to reach down and a tiny green shoot began to work its way out. This week, the flowers bloomed, and looking at them brings me peace. The plant is so fragile just floating there, but so pretty, too. (more…)
