Hope Is A Two-Headed Flower.

Reeve's mom gave us this flower bulb back in November and we planted it right away. It soon sprouted, then grew slowly, unfurling its green arms. We went away over Christmas for a couple of days and left the heat in the apartment off. When we came back the plant had totally flopped over and wilted.

We staked it up with dry spaghetti and yarn and it collapsed again, looking completely defeated. Some time went by and we cut off a few creased and torn chutes, and eventually the remaining stalk started growing straight again, up toward the skylight.

Well, it got really big and tall but we weren't sure if it was going to bloom. Then, just a couple of days ago, out popped not one but two big blossoms. On the same day I received an email from someone I had contacted a few months back, asking if I had settled into a job yet here in Portland. He referenced a previous email which, strangely, I never received and said he was currently looking to add a fourth person to his consulting firm and could we meet the next day?

So we met yesterday and will meet again next week, but it looks like a very strong lead with a talented and hip group of ex-New Yorkers. And it pays well. Cross your fingers for me!