“What did i do to be worthy to see one dandalion grow?”
-G.K. Chesterton

“Daffy-down-dilly came up in the cold, Through the brown mould Although the March breeze blew keen on her face, Although the white snow lay in many a place.”
Anna B. Warner (“Amy Lothrop”) Quotes

I have several bulbs of paperwhites growing in a small china blue vase. I have a very black thumb and perhaps that has something to do with it, but I can’t believe that they are growing. I know that it is what they are made to do, to root and spring and grow and then fade, but I never quite believe it will happen, and I always feel a sense of awe when it does. My father plants an impressive garden every year, and it is with wonder that I actually eat the food that came out of the ground. I expect the peppers and tomatoes and asparagus (Have you ever seen that grow?) that I place in my mouth to simply evaporate before they can be tasted- that they  perhaps alighted like apparitions of Turkish Delight in Narnia and will simply vanish once again.

But here I have watched the sleepy bulbs that I placed in rocks rouse themselves and shoot out roots, tendrils that lace and latch anything in sight, willing and willing to do what each of those bulbs has always intended, grow. A friend recently promptly identified this vase as full of alien pods, nothing real could look like that, and I agree; yet this is the most natural and basic off all that goes on here on this crazy, blessed planet. No wonder small  children believe in storks- even when I see the very process of a plant growing in front of my eyes, one day when the first flowers bloom I know that I will feel that they have been quietly and slyly delivered- it is too fanatastical that they would simply grow.


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