Thursday, 17 June 2004

More than I could hope for

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!

A flower!

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.

No comments: