Oh frabjous day!
The first teeny green shoot from a bulb I planted has nosed through the soil of the planter. It’s alive! MUHAHAHAHAH!
This may seem like a somewhat out of proportion amount of joy for the predictable emergence of what is either a grape hyacinth or a freesia, but you gotta understand, I’ve been living in apartments since I was seventeen, a few months shy of a decade now, and for nine of those years, I didn’t even have a patio. So this is, quite literally, the first plant that I didn’t buy pre-established at a nursery in my adult life.
And it’s aliiiiiiive!