p.w.

Last year I got paperwhite bulbs from work. They bloomed, all was merry. Then, the season was over and I took them outside and stuck them in the ground in a corner and forgot about them. I was outside watering the plants and ta-da, the little bastards had come back to life.
They look like this when they bloom and they smell amazing.
'Tis their season.

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