Last summer, an old friend came by my apartment for the first time. He noticed how many plants I had around the house and how healthy they looked … And then he saw my orchid.
“I guess you’re letting this one die,” he said, gesturing toward the plant.
“No!” I insisted. “This guy’s gonna come back!”
True, it was looking sad — almost stalk-less. But it had managed to grow a few new leaves and then there were the green(ish) roots.
Fast forward six months and, voila! The little green stalk that could began showing signs of spring. Then came the buds and then, last week, BAM! A flower!
Oh, of all the orchids I’ve loved before (and for which my love could not revive), this bud’s for you!
In my little, fast-paced and overly dramatic mind, I’m thinking, maybe this is a sign! Maybe new things I previously couldn’t get off the ground/get out the door/or get a handle on will suddenly start moving forward again or even for the first time.
Or then maybe it’s a lot simpler than that … Maybe I’ve just become mature and mindful enough to pay attention to what plants need. Either that, or this is a particularly persevering plant. 😉