at least, that’s what they would be one day……
both my painting and the real plant….that is.
Right now… the plant is doing great, growing and changing everyday.
But my painting is struggling.
Narcissus means Chinese New Years in my book.
Grandpa planted them in a flat rectangular blue ceremic pot filled with water and brightly colored stones.
He planted them at just the right time so they started to bloom couple days before Chinese New Year.
Different plants, same paperwhites, every Chinese New Year.
A sofa bed would be setup for me next to the big desk where the paperwhite sat. That’s where I slept everyday.
Then one morning, the plants would be gone. Water would be drained, too. Only these brightly colored stones and the blue cremic pot were left.
Then, and for the rest of the years, we had to go on without the smell of paperwhite everymorning. The pot and stones were hid away in a dark closet somewhere waiting for next Feburary to come around.
Couple weeks later, my winter break would be over, too. I would head back home with my parents. The sofa bed would be back to being a sofa in grandpa’s study.
Now, that is a page from my childhood.
As I am recounting all these details, I realized why it was nice being a kid.
Everything seemed so grand!! The big desk, the blooming flowers, and grandpa!
