I almost missed our annual miracle, the calla lily in front of the door. Each year it greets you as you leave the house; there is never more than one, and it is slow and stately in its appearance, and sad and terribly weak as it wilts. I cannot believe my luck to have it in full style here the one day I am here as well.
Posted at 06:05 PM, March 08, 2005
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