. . .from a neglected pot of dirt. A few weeks ago, my very thoughtful dad sent us an Easter present — a pot with bulbs in it that if cared for properly, should bloom by Easter. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. So I watered it per the directions and put it in my favorite sunny spot where my other plants live. It’s a really deep window sill off of our kitchen that is mostly hidden from the kitchen by curtains.
So it’s somewhat understandable that a few weeks would go by before I realize as I am driving to work that I had COMPLETELY forgotten about my poor little plant. As I drove to work I felt horrible. This wonderful gift my dad had sent was probably dead and shriveled — if anything had managed to sprout at all.
I was almost afraid to look at it when I got home. I was full of guilt as I pulled the curtain back. . .then I audibly gasped at what I saw. There was the neglected pot, with beautiful flowers sprouting out of it! The moss that had covered the bulbs was stuck to the tips of the flowers and leaves like a crown. I could not believe my eyes. This thing was watered only once and it was fully grown and beautful.
I removed the moss, cleaned it up and gave it some water. It’s probably in rougher shape than it would be if I had cared for it properly, but it’s really pretty. I have been admiring it all night.
I have decided that this plant’s triumph despite difficult conditions is a sign — a sign of new and better things to come. That is what Easter is all about, after all.