Two years ago my brother-in-law died, after a difficult journey with throat cancer. Some dear friends dropped by later that week bearing gifts of food and a beautiful orchid.
I’ve had a number of orchids over the years and never been able to keep them alive after they stopped blooming. But I remembered my mother’s advice on how to water them, and another amazing gardening friend told me she mists hers regularly. So after the beautiful blooms had finished I placed this orchid downstairs, watering it occasionally and misting it when I remembered.
I was excited last year when I discovered new growth, and a few weeks later it budded and then blossomed and brought me much joy. And this week the cycle repeated itself and I have a blooming orchid once again. Truly, I am in awe of this miracle.
I discovered this week that I am not so good at capturing pictures of people and events.
We enjoyed an evening with our eldest grandson this past week, turning 14 this week (how did THAT happen?), and he is as tall as me now.
We also had a lovely visit with my brother and his wife and again I neglected to take a picture.
But my friend Laurie took the picture of our walk, something we are now doing regularly, so good.
And I continue to celebrate the gifts of the garden.