Winter Into Spring

I was given some cut branches of flowering Quince over Easter, in a state more southerly than where I live. The branches are now blossoming in a vase full of water in my kitchen, further north. This is called "forcing" - this process. But I think it's really more of a "coaxing" - coaxing the flower-buds to open.
Now I must coax my imagination to bloom as words on the page and form the new fruit which will be the sequel to The Flower Eater!