I’ve had this house plant for ten years, and for more than half that time it has seemed on the brink of death. Many of its leaves are brown or yellowing; even after it’s just been watered, it looks wilted; and it just generally has the aura of a crusty malcontent. In corporate America, it would be a frustrated middle manager who keeps getting passed over for the big promotion.
But yesterday I came home after a busy and frustrating morning — just another in a seemingly endless series of busy, frustrating mornings — and it had sprouted this beautiful, white flower seemingly overnight. In a decade, it has never produced anything even remotely this stunning; in fact, I didn’t even know it was capable of flowering.