The blueberry bushes never bloomed, not for all the years we lived together. And then, this year, when you were gone, they finally bloomed.
I was walking around outside, doing yard work. I saw a single blueberry on the ground. Our baby loves blueberries, so I thought, briefly, she'd been walking outside eating some. But then I looked up, and I saw the little bush, blooming. It was like a burning bush, speaking to me.
We'd all been waiting to bear fruit. We needed the space. Now is the time.