I have nothing to say.
Everything I want to say, have all been said before….
over and over again…

every emotions I feel

I was borned too late…
That is my complain.

I don’t follow the weather reports so imagine my surprise when I woke up yesterday morning and saw the rain pouring down outside my window…
Not just the rain, it was a storm. The soaring wind thrashed the trees just outside my windows so hard that it looked like the trunk would give up at any moment and break into pieces.

On the brighter side, the plant has been kind to me. Monday we got the very first bloom. We didn’t want to jinx it so we pretended we didn’t care and wouldn’t give it much attention.

After that, it seemed like a new flower thrived through the husk by the hour.
Yesterday there were three flowers. Today, five!
There are many more in the making! We are going to have a full bloom by Christmas!

Looking back at my old posts, it was only weeks ago when we searched through the kitchen, found this glass container, poured water in it and filled it with stones and, of course, the onion like bulbs.
Now look we got! Why can’t everything in life be as easy and rewarding as this?