At Christmas, my mother-in-law gave me a flower bulb. I didn't think at the time much more than, "It's very nice. Thank you." But now? In the deepest, bleakest part of winter I realize how thoughtful her gift really was. I planted that bulb in a flower pot and set it on my kitchen sill. I waited. And watered. And waited some more.
That dirty, brown nothing of a bulb has grown 3' tall and is blooming gorgeous red . . .
just when I need it most.
Dinner last night: sauteed veggies over baked potato
Exactly two years ago: