June 18, 2013 by allsho
At both ends of an empty flower box we had on the front balcony, in May last year something started growing: two weirdly tall plants with lanceolate leaves, perfectly sync’d both in their reaching for new incredible heights and for their unexpected sudden withering and dying.
Of course this pointless display of biological activity fell into our oblivion, after we wondered for some time what it was all about, and we laughed a bit about our own vegetable weirdos.
We never thought we’d see them again.
But last May, lo and behold, in the same positions of the same empty flower box two little green sprouts surprised us, reminding us last year’s sequence of curiosity, disappointment and hilarity.
And up they grew, and they grew, and we were betting about the day they would start showing the first signs of yellow.
But it wasn’t going to be yellow the colour they showed us. First we noticed one bud, two, up to four on each stem. They grew larger, longer, not hinting they would open sooner or later.
Then the buds started turning orange.
And eventually, last Sunday, they opened. And we finally understood who our guests were. Lilies, beautiful orange lilies.
An ugly duckling story, isn’t it?