I am not a naturally patient person. Inside this grown woman lurks a three year old who leaps up and down and wants to see results now. Every autumn I fill dark cupboards with pots, jars, teacups and all manner of containers with bulbs. Narcissi, hyacinths, irises, snowdrops. One by one I am starting to bring them out and I have discovered the joy of patience. I have been watching this hyacinth gradually turn green as it soaks up the sunlight on my desk. I can almost see the tip of the flower and I can begin to imagine its scent. I am enjoying the waiting game, eager to see each little change each day in anticipation of a thick white fragrant flower.
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