May 31, 2009


I didn't know whether she'd bloom again this year, or ever again. Divided, trimmed back, and struggling with a double infestation of mealy bugs and scale, she was looking pretty ragged when she put out what looked like three possibly viable bud sheaths this year. But the intrepid lass would come through once again, this time with a half-dozen perfect flowers. Same as when she bloomed for the first time in my home, and her young life, a half-decade ago. A new beginning.