Orchid



So on day seven I wrote about my delight in an orchid I had successfully coaxed into reblooming.  It has continued to delight throughout the month, and is now full of blooms.  On this long slog we have until Spring Break - we don't get off for ANOTHER two weeks, I am fueling myself with nature - and she has been kind.  The daffodils peak up, forsythia sends out spiky yellow stems amidst barren shrubs, tulip trees offer up pink cups to the rain, and the cherry blossoms are bursting with snow.
This afternoon I was able to squeeze in some weeding and amending of my vegetable patch.  Care and tending, hoping to reap what I sow. 








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  1. Adrienne G.March 28, 2019 at 4:49 PM

    What a beautiful beacon of hope. I am winding down mySpring Break, which seemed to take forever to arrive. I can;'t imagine how it must be to still have to wait two more weeks. Be patient like you orchid. When the break finally arrives, I hope it is as beautiful as your orchid.

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  2. Club sponsorMarch 28, 2019 at 5:23 PM

    Hang in there like your orchid! We will reap the rewards soon.

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