12/10/2026
Two weeks ago, a severe hailstorm hit our garden.
I stood outside looking at the damage — broken stems, flattened plants, leaves torn from every branch. Everything knocked down in one evening.
And I thought: this is what parts of this year have felt like.
But then, a few days later — this amaryllis opened. Right there in the middle of the mess. Unbothered. Unhurried. Blooming anyway.
New seasons don’t always arrive gently. Sometimes they come after a storm.
If you’ve had a hard season too — hang in there - the blooming will come. 🩷