The little green plant that holds my windowsill scene together has lulled me into a false sense of security, and then astounded me.
I have a white flower!
No longer limp just-greens efforting through cracked peat and trying to push through the glass to reach something!
It panicked me and I felt guilty and I watered it, because chance is but a hidden real and opportunities should be nurtured.
A flower, I say!
This would make sense if you knew what was about to happen tomorrow.