I love orchids, especially purple ones. For me, orchids stand for resiliency and strength. One reason for this is that orchids need little care. A cupful of water every few days, leave them in the sun by a window, and they will continue to bloom and put out new shoots. Kindly, remember not to water them more, it’s how they die and orchids are notoriously difficult to kill.
Season after season orchids put out shoots which turn into buds and burst out as soft petaled flowers. I think as orchids, humans are built to last. Though we are all moving towards our eventual death, on the way we are continuely putting out shoots and if we’re careful, growing beautiful flowers in the lives of those we touch. We are people who can grow even in harsh conditions. It doesn’t take much to fuel us, to keep us going, demonstrating our kindness to others.
Today, it’s pictures outside, around my house. Spring hasn’t come about, it’s too early still. And the snow hasn’t stayed (yet). So nature appeares bare. But it’s sunny and not too cold. A cool wind blows, but only a light jacket needed in March is amazing. I’m looking forward to when spring comes at last. My Mom did tell me the tulips were starting to come up at her work. Cheers all! Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Enjoy your Guinness and your “green beer.” Seems to me we need more ‘green’ this time of year!
Speaking of sidewalks, one of my favourite poems is by a poet named Shell Silverstein. My elementary school teachers, used to read us his poetry. My favourite poem by Shell Silverstein is called “Where the Sidewalk Ends.”
Where the Sidewalk Ends – Shell Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know