With our crazy schedules – husbear’s travels, TCB and just life in general; a few domestic chores had fallen by the wayside. This past weekend I was not in the mood to deal with the world, so I decided to take a little time around the house to tend to some neglected houseplants. You know the ones that have keeled over due to the Death Valley watering approach I deploy.
Needless to say, a few had met their maker. One had become infested with aphids, and was tossed. My plants, or what was left of them, clearly reflected my outlook on life at the moment.
In a sunny corner of the dining room I have a dozen or so orchids, which have long since bloomed. Some deeply rooted optimistic part of my psyche believes they will bloom again. So, I water these green stalky creatures. (One actually did have one bloom this August, only to have the cat chew off the blooms.)
Having been awhile since I had gotten around to watering, I hadn't checked on the orchids in awhile. To my surprise, three were blooming. Now, some of these haven't flowered in over 2 years, and 3 were in bloom. No thanks to my special care, obviously.
Why do I mention all this? Well, because in the midst of dead leaves and aphids - there was beauty . . . Just waiting to be noticed. If I hadn't decided to stop and regroup this morning - I would have been traveling with a dark cloud all day. Instead, I have blooming orchids.
Life goes on . . .