Nineteen blooms on this orchid, dear readers. Nineteen.
Maybe that is not surprising to you, but knowing the neglect this plant endured for months, I’m calling “sweet surprise” at the very least. Every day, new blooms (there are more buds waiting even now). Each petal pristine-no fading, no browning. A gift of light, no doubt.
There have been many gifts lately. The forsythia and irises are blooming. Some camellias have faded while others are just starting to open. They bloom in anniversary, it seems. I’ve figured that much out as I finally have time to notice and remember that “this one” was planted a year ago, and it’s blooming today. That’s nice.
There were ten geese on our pond this morning. Ten! But just two came to me for bread. Those two…
I stood still, watching them glide across the water. I listened to the heavy swish of their wings as they took flight. I mimicked their honking as I stood waving bread.
There is so much more than us.
I stood fully aware of the moment. The pond is pouring over its banks right now…it will take heavy, tall boots to get to my bridge.
I can see it though. I see how years come and go and how I’ve written about droughts and sun baked dirt. Today it’s simply squishy. Mud and wet grasses and warnings from the lawn guys about snakes. Bunches of them. We just never know.
But I know this. On my little sun porch there is an orchid blooming profusely. I bought it a year ago, and it was pretty. It probably had four blooms. I never imagined it could be this. But it is. It is.
Be open to all the possibilities. There are miracles happening all around us all the time. Sweet surprises we just have to pay attention to…if we want to really see.