Wednesday, February 24, 2016

power flower

When Emily moved to Washington, DC last month and left me holding her bloomed-out amaryllis bulb, I didn't dream it would actually flower again so I've hardly given it a thought. Much less water, sunshine or attention. I've been too busy missing her, missing Yates and gnashing my teeth against winter. Until Monday when this gorgeous blossom began to unfurl and, with it, every crabby, clenched muscle in my body. Beginning with the heart.

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