Patience, perseverance and curiosity

About a year and a half ago I planted some seeds. I watered them every day. Soon the quicker ones had sprouted. They were sunflowers and the grew quickly and before it was even possible (because of weather) to put them out side they had grown to be about 3 feet tall, flowered and were on their way out. 
They were lovely in and of them selves. But I am most grateful to them for an other reason. Because they sprouted so quickly I had no problem remembering to water them every day and by the time they were fading a tiny, tiny little geranium had popped up in the pot as well. 
Normally I wouldn't have had the patience to wait a few months for a seed to germinate. But this little plant has been teaching me all about patience. 
For about a year after sprouting the wee geranium stayed quite small, about 2-3 inches high with just a few leaves. Then as spring came round again it began to shoot up. I put it in a new pot and put it out in the garden with the other geraniums. 

It grew and flourished and I got more and more excited to see what color flowers it would have. 

Midsummer came and went and the geranium was happy but had no buds. July, like wise was coming to and end and finally there was the hint of buds. Slowly they grew, carefully extending their stalk towards the sun. 

It took weeks for the buds to open. I have watched pots boil, it is nothing to waiting for a flower to bloom. I was reminded of the Little Prince and his rose. 

In the end the blooms opened, a light delicate pink, similar but not identical to the parent plant. 

I can't wait to get some more geranium seed

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