Blooming Agapanthus

Several months ago I was cleaning up the morning glory that had overtaken my yard. As I ripped up a foot high pile of morning glory out of my flower bed, I notice that there was a blooming agapanthus under it. I thought to myself "what a strong plant, to be able to bloom under those conditions". I hadn't been watering, and it wasn't even getting much sun because it was completely covered by the morning glory. Yet, it was blooming none the less. It wasn't the largest bloom, but that fact that it survived was impressive enough, ... but it had flowers. I want to be that agapanthus. I want to be able to bloom, even under adverse conditions. This is when I get to prove to myself that I can take care of things, and continue to thrive. I keep thinking of my life in terms of a novel, and how boring the novel would be without those difficult moments. The tough times are when we grow in character and strength. I want to bloom like that agapanthus.