After this tulip was in the bottle and began to perk up, it reminded me of an excerpt from a book I'm reading At the Back of the North Wind. The little boy Diamond is out in the garden:
"It was a primrose--a dwarfish thing, but perfect in shape--a baby-wonder. As he stooped his face to see it close, a little wind began to blow, and two or three long leaves that stood up behind the flower shook and waved and quivered, but the primrose lay still in the green hollow, looking up at the sky and not seeming to know that the wind was blowing at all. It was just a one eye that the dull black wintry earth had opened to look at the sky with. All at once Diamond thought it was saying its prayers, and he ought not to be staring at it so."
I love that. I'm glad Diamond gets it.
In other news...
I told him "sit on it, Kitty!" and he thought "it" was flour on the counter...
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