Happiness discovered yet again . . .

I unexpectedly found happiness tonight.  There it was, sitting on a shelf next to the window in my mudroom in the guise of an old potted hyacinth bulb which had magically and seemingly overnight sent forth two fragrant spikes of white flowers. 

The hyacinth's beauty filled me with wonder and gratitude for life's everyday miracles.  Flowers really are miracles.  Just look at them, really look at them.  How can something that beautiful really exist?