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.