The Automatic Earth

I never put that poor hyacinth in the ground. I never watered it. I totally forgot it was there. Yet here it is, still in its plastic three-inch pot with a faded price sticker on the side—but full of life now, with a sturdy little spike of bell-shaped blossoms reaching up toward what light there is.... Some other power took care of that small life all these months, or it had power in itself that…