Blessing and glory and thanksgiving to all mothers — and a desire to share a tiny noticing and observation in honor of this day. Sorry, this remembrance is a bit late in arriving.
In my living room window, I have many plants — this is the story of two of them. On my birthday last year, my cleaning lady gifted me with an orchid — one of those supermarket specials. I was amazed and grateful.
I treated this new addition to my home with benign neglect. You see, I’ve been gifted with orchids before — and have gone out of my way to replant them, finding just the right soil, just the right pot, just the right window. They never bloomed, they never lived very long.
This time, I just placed the little plant inside of an existing pot half filled with soil. I left it in the same plastic pot it arrived in, made no effort to repot it — watered and fertilized it when I did the other plants.
Then, 8 days ago, I noticed it had three very big buds. The only extra care I took was to give it more water. The biggest bud blossomed into a beautiful orchid flower. WOW!
Over the next couple of days, I watched the Dracaena next to the orchid. It moved its leaves to gently touch the flower. So I turned it away from the orchid. Over the next few hours, the Dracaena extended its long, narrow leaves close to the bloom until they again connected.
All this is to notice that there is communication and connection even when we think there is none. Also, whenever she saw me affecting the plants, Pepper (small tabby cat) watched, and immediately came to me when I was done.
I welcome all of us, plants, animals and humans alike — to touch one another, to listen to one another — and especially NOT to disconnect for any reason whatsoever. Blessings to all, especially the mothers among us, Marian