Where have you been?
Coincidentally with your absence, I didn’t write. I didn’t want to write. Or read, except in books with paper pages. And I am queen of this site so for a while that was the rule of the realm. Okay for months and months. I did keep thinking I would get over it, like a cold… And of course I did have a cold, with complications, and then the prescription medication almost killed me. (Augmentin. Do not take Augmentin.)
Oh and there is this orchid plant…
Once upon a time a phalaenopsis orchid in bloom was given to someone and eventually the flowers perished. The plant was offered to me if I wanted to try growing it on. It had been quite a few years since I last killed an orchid plant so sure, I took it home.
After pruning back the flower stalk, then root pruning, dividing (there were two plants) and repotting in special orchid bark (aka bits found on the ground outside), I left the plants in the lush and vibrant autumn greenhouse. One died instantly. The other one grew a new leaf at its base, then started a flower stem at the growth-sprouty place where I had cut the old stalk. (FYI, I documented all this in a very scientific fashion with photographs but I accidentally deleted them so use your imagination for a change.)
When the weather grew cold I moved the orchid inside by the kitchen window to fabulous amenities such as steam rising from the hot water in the sink. And as Weather Goddess I often proclaimed that an afternoon shower was passing over the jungle at which time I poured warm water all over the plant. So you see it was luxury situation or anyway it grew.
The first flower opened for Thanksgiving, and by Christmas there were two. Here it was in February:
It got me through the deepestness of winter, this plant.
And winter was plenty deep.
Then one early spring afternoon I announced to Mr O, with some drama, “I begin to miss my blog.”
A day later, with even more drama, Mr O totaled our car.
He was fine, and the pickup truck who smacked into him was even finer—it is just our sweet little 2001 Honda Insight which was ruined. We were automotively grief-stricken. But the truck driver was insured and with difficulty we replaced our beloved little hybrid vehicle. (Drive defensively.)
Lots of other stuff happened. I won’t bore you and anyway I’ve repressed most of it. The most glorious of gardening seasons has arrived and I am renewed.
Although there persists a vague and semi-inexplicable memory of having been at sea…