Randomly the hibiscus bloomed.

My youngest son noticed it in the kitchen the other night, and the flower hung around for several days, allowing me ample time to enjoy it.

I was thankful for this gift in the midst of all that feels dead and dry and overwhelming.

There were yellow leaves and broken branches that I was attending to. I was trying to find the right place for the plant to live, and the kitchen corner where the sun shines through the window onto a patch on the floor seemed a hopeful spot.

For now.

There are other tiny buds that I am watching. I am trying not to place huge demands on them or great significance on whether they bloom or not. I tend to make much out of things like that, rather than caring for something as best I can and holding the results loosely.