When I started my job my new boss gave me an orchid. I have a long history of not doing well with plants. I diligently watered it once a week like the instructions said, left it in the sunny window, and otherwise left it alone.
It was beautiful for the first 3 months and then it started to wilt. By the time I returned home from Christmas holidays it had no blooms left. It wasn’t looking good.
I kept at my watering regime. Every Monday I carried it out to the sink. One week I forgot to empty the water and it sat for a day and a half in a pile of water. I was sure I had drowned it.
Alas, sometime in early March I saw some buds of hope. A new branch was poking out and I could see green for the first time in awhile.
I took a chance and left it on the window sill over the March Break. When I returned there were five buds! Proudly I showed off my greenery skills to the office. People admitted that they thought I was delusional carrying that orchid to the sink every Monday.
A few days later the orchid bloomed again. Every morning when I come in there seems to be a new bloom.
Not only does the orchid brighten up an otherwise banal view, it is a testament to perseverance. I stuck with my orchid, even when it looked like the cause was lost. When I look at the blooms I see the cycle of our lives here in Northern climates. The winter is about survival; stick with it to get through to when we can bloom again.