All winter I watered this thing. All winter it didn’t do much of anything. The best that I could say about it was that it wasn’t dying.
And now that the snowdrops are up, and the tulips are threatening, this thing has gotten competitive. It has been sitting in my mud room window and looking out. It can see the spring flower action.
So NOW, now that I don’t need a flower, now it decides it will bloom, and blow my mind.
It’s as if it’s saying to those little snowdrops: “Beat this, you little panty-waists!”