Jake gave me an orchid over a year ago. It had little buds that soon bloomed. It loved my little studio apartment and I made sure Layla- the cat- wouldn't die if she ate it. [She won't. Orchids aren't poisonous to cats, so says my google research.] Then, the orchid stayed. Even past the blooms. Since then it's been a long, lull of green stalk and us wondering if the plant was even alive.
A week ago Jake noticed new life. Out of nowhere this little, silver-potted plant created new buds. Through a move, a marriage, and long stretches of no water (we're not perfect at plant parenting) it was thriving. Preparing. Growing itself to this place of declaration.
It looks so different with a flower.
I'm not sure what this is symbolic of. I'm not pregnant. Nothing out-of-the-ordinary has happened. Auditions for new shows last week and the start of a new semester this week are beginnings, but they're rather run of the mill. Still, I feel something. That little orchid is trying to tell me something.
Or maybe I've just eaten too many Jelly Belly beans.
I love this story :) I'm sure it's symbolic of SOMETHING great, we'll just have to wait to find out what. I have a story about an orchid blooming after a really long time too that's a bit too long for a comment box. Remind me to tell you sometime, because it's a good one.
ReplyDeleteHow amazing! My first thought was that you were pregnant too. haha It's beautiful, either way!
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