Orchids

Will I ever tire of white orchids? I think not.

Many years ago, I wrote a poem about white orchids. It was also about love. If you have ever had either, you know the beauty, and the frustration, of both.

When I worked for a florist several years ago, my sunroom became the orchid rehab center for all the store orchids that finished their blooming cycle, or become sickly. I just could not bring myself to throw them out so I took them home. When I brought the orchids back into bloom, I’d return them to the store. At one point I had about 20 orchids in that room, both mine and those from the store. Along with all the other plants I had of my own, my sunroom was bursting at the seams. Bursting with color. It was beautiful and it brought me such happiness. Finally, my girls told me that for every orchid I bring home, they were going to bring home another dog. Um. That didn’t happen. lol

I learned a lot about the care of orchids from an older man, Richard, who owned an orchid greenhouse. That’s where we purchased our orchids for the store. He even formulated his own orchid food. Sadly, his health took a turn for the worse and the greenhouse closed this summer. I was able to purchase several orchids before the closure. They were not blooming at the time but I believe they are all white. Two are currently in bloom and they are white.

Orchids can be frustrating and they teach me what I need most…patience. Love is the same way. Orchids require warmth, watering, and a fair amount just letting it be. Neither will bloom exactly when you want them too. That’s a fact.

Below is my orchid poem. 💕

The Orchid

Love seeded deep within soil long ago,
…two roots took hold and would never let go.

A dismal circumstance, uncontrolled by the two,
…separated true hearts; still the tiny plant grew.

A single stem from, the soil did emerge,
…as the roots did insist; as love did urge.

Enjoying the sunshine, this little stem grew,
…for love also watered, the roots of these two.

Though even apart, these enlightened hearts knew,
…their love buried deep, would carry them through.

And so through the days, the months, and the years,
…the little stem thrived, ahhhh….but not without tears.

For as the time passed, and the taller it grew,
…not a single bloom…EVER…made a debut.

Although life through the years, was simple and good,
…a loneliness existed, lost hearts understood.

And so the plant lived with a void deep inside,
…living life to the fullest, these hearts truly tried.

And then something happened…really quite unexpected,
…the lonely hearts somehow, became reconnected.

What joy filled this plant that had waited so long,
…for the enchanted tune, of love’s sweetest song.

With hearts reunited, two souls became one,
…and the stem rejoiced, under the warmth of the sun.

And in light of true love, the magic appeared,
…and the void in the stem, simply just disappeared.

What wonderful blooms with petals of white,
…covered the stem, at the top of its height.

White for the purist of love on this earth,
…and for joy ’cause this plant discovered its worth.

Roots…where the deepest love, grows in the heart,
…the length of the stem…years living apart.

The blooms rich in beauty…the love two hearts shared,
…this plant in its spender; true love it declared.

So this is my tale of an orchid of love,
…and the essence of what, precious dreams are made of.

By Andi
January 30, 2013

There is much going on in my life currently. Much happiness in preparation for Thanksgiving this week and then another bittersweet transition which I will share with you in a couple of weeks. I’ve become quite emotional with it all over the last couple of days. No worries. I will hold it all together and I will live each moment fully.

Have a joyous weekend. Reach out to those who need a kind face and loving words as the holidays can be a lonely time for so many. ♥️

Andi