After Ikea, I came home mopey and reticent. Then Kathy noticed the box on the front porch, which had apparently been delivered sometime after 6:30 when we had left for Ikea. It was tall and skinny. I knew in an instant what was inside. My stewartia pseudocamillia. Which I have been
It's funny how magical delayed gratification can make something, and how a little tree can turn a grey day around.
(my very own stewartia, basking in the morning sun in its future home)