It's like anticipating a pregnancy. We're definitely in the third trimester and I feel like a proud, expectant parent. All this waiting ... it's even a little nerve-wracking.
So much could come into play, you know. A rogue super-ball could ricochet off the mantel and accost a young bud. Small hands might get too curious, or it could just tumble to it's doom during some evening wrestling mayhem. Such perilous possibilities!
Now I just pace the floor, wringing my hands in wait for the birth of the first bloom. I'll let you know just as soon as they're here.