I am not much of a gardener. My Christmas cactus blooms in November (and apparently February.) My best surviving outside plant looks like this:
To be fair, it is a plumeria and it's supposed to look like a stick stuck in dirt for most of the year. It will bloom in the Spring - if I don't touch it.
I do love flowers though. My favorite is the sunflower. For Christmas, my husband bought me some sunflower seeds and four matching pots to plant them in. I checked on them every day and the day little green shoots emerged, I cheered. Most of them would grow and survive in spite of me! I always knew they were strong and hardy flowers.
Like my writing. Despite all my self-doubt and self-sabotage, all my complaining and whining and tears, my stories will grow. I hope they will blossom and move people - to smile, to laugh, and to maybe cry a little at the power, the simplicity, the beauty a few words, a few green shoots, can have over us.