I thought I had killed it.
This beautiful flower I had bought to brighten my garden. I thought I had killed it with neglect.
I forgot to water it, deadhead it, give it sunlight. I bought the pot, set it out, and forgot about it. I was beginning to think I truly had a black thumb.
Last week, I transferred it to a new pot and gave it water. I did not have any hope or illusion that it would bloom again.
But it did. There is only one flower, but there is one.