The past few days have been absolutely divine in Chicago. We have had extremely warm temperatures and spring is in full force!
The little bulbs that have been waiting all winter to show their new green buds are finally poking through the earth…
… and the family of birds outside my window is cheerfully welcoming warmth in the air.
I love spring and I love the little miracles that it brings. Today I saw my own little spring miracle right in my window sill!
You see, last year, for Teacher’s Appreciation Day, a student gave me an orchid. I had never owned one and didn’t realize how much work it takes to keep them healthy and growing. I did all my research, bought all the right fertilizers, and it bloomed beautifully for months. Then, while I was in Taiwan last summer my friend who was housesitting accidentally watered the orchid-- not knowing how delicate they can be.
Orchids don’t like to stand in water so you have to make sure there is no excess just sitting around under the pot. She didn’t know that and I came home to a dying orchid.
I tried to save it, but to no avail. My beautiful plant lost all of it’s flowers and buds and I lost hope of it ever blooming again.
All through the winter not a single bud grew.
But a few weeks ago I noticed a few buds on the branches. Then last week one of those buds started to get bigger.
And today I saw this:
My beautiful orchid is back!
After staring at it for a few minutes (aren’t orchids just beautiful?) I was reminded of a Robert Frost poem, so I thought I’d share.
Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
And make us happy in the darting bird
That suddenly above the bees is heard,
The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill,
And off a blossom in mid air stands still.
For this is love and nothing else is love,
To which it is reserved for God above
To sanctify to what far ends he will,
But which it only needs that we fulfill.
“A Prayer In Spring” by Robert Frost
Have a blessed day, all, and don’t forget to take the time to notice all the little miracles of spring.