The last bud on my first orchid plant that started blooming just opened this morning. I’ve been watching it for days, hoping it would open. The first bud on my second orchid opened yesterday. The flowers look incredibly beautiful, and it feels almost like a good omen. Sadly, my passionflower plant is merely sending up green shoots, but at the very least I have managed to keep it alive for several months now and it adds a different shade of green to my living room.
Woke up this morning to Garbage playing in my head. Cup of Coffee…
There’s a grubby little plant sitting prominently in front of the main window in my living room. It introduced insects into my house, shed dirt everywhere as I unwrapped it, and caused the largest number of changes to my morning routine as it requires being watered daily and a lot of sunshine. It’s a needy, high maintenance attention whore, unlike my mellow and gorgeous orchids. I can never run out of the house and ignore my living room anymore. But I still find it endearing. And it forces me to raise my blinds and bring in sunshine into my place every day.
I spoke to a good friend of mine who knows a lot about plants a couple of months ago, and she said even the orchids need sun. I almost felt a little guilty, as I’d been taking my generous plants for granted. So maybe the new plant is doing my beloved orchids some good as well.
A few days ago, I noticed some new shoots on all three of my plants. The orchids are going to bloom for sure. The strange new plant may die despite my efforts, but for now I’m hoping the sprouting growth on it will eventually become beautiful flowers someday.