Monday, February 1, 2016


The orchid has sent forth a new leaf and a slender stalk. I foresee a blossom in the future. 

It warms my heart to see the orchid grow.  Even though I know that attachment to living things only leads to eventual heartache, I nevertheless have sentimental feelings towards this plant, since it was a parting gift at my unmooring. Grow well, wee green shoot. You brighten the day when old sorrows creep in the shadows. 

1 comment:

  1. This kind of orchid is the only plant I have been given that I didn't kill... unfortunately, when I left nj 13 years ago, I left it with a friend. But I remember fondly the sense of pride and accomplishment I felt whenever that new leaf started to grow!!