Surviving the Odds--and Staying in the Pink
And the day came when the risk to remain in bud, was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. (Anin)
Very likely this is a flower from one of Ted's pots. In the past, he's left cast--off pots of Easter flowers on the side of the road for me to plant in my garden. He's our recycling guy, and he knows his biz. I came across this little hyacinth on my walk this morning. It's a miracle it made it through the salt, sand, and ice-melter roadside crud that has burned every other plant life there. The bulb is very deep--or was until I moved it to my garden today.
(I found the quote on Art Walk.)