Beautiful. Isn’t it. I’ve been watching the lengthening stalk for a while now with its promise of flower. A dear friend gave the bulb to me early in December. I potted it up with no idea of its color. So I wait and watch and wonder. The anticipation of its emergence is part of the fun. My mind wanders a bit with this thought. I find myself sketchily remembering bits about flowers from Michael Pollan’s book ‘Botany of Desire’. Totally out of context and order from his elegant arguments and prose, I remember that flowers played a role in our survival. If an hunter/gatherer noted flowers blooming, he/she would know where to harvest fruit or berries later. So appreciation of flowers may be wired into our DNA.