It still amazes me that the orchid plant that we bought almost 10 years ago is still thriving.
Before we bought it, DW and I were notorious for letting these beautiful plants die. We'd water them—but not too much—and give them the right amount of light, but as soon as their flowers shrivelled and fell from the stems, the plant would cease to produce any more.
It would dry up, no matter how we cared for it, and died.
But this particular plant has beat the odds, lasting since spring of 2015. It receives the same care that we gave to all other orchid plants before it, and it thrives.
Still, I get nervous when the flowers wither, dry up, and fall off. Will we ever see the orchid blossom again? Is this finally the end?
A few weeks ago, several of the flowers withered and dropped at the same time, and the same fear entered my mind. There are no fresh buds forming on the stem, and half of the stem has dried and needs to be trimmed back.
But this happens all the time.
I gathered up the dried flowers and arranged them in a pile, for posterity, and took a photo to remember them. Just in case we never see a bloom again.
Until I see new buds, there's always hope.
Happy Friday!
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