Good Evening, God!
Yesterday was a grey and rainy day — so the glowing purples of this orchid were especially appreciated. I’m getting “into” orchids, God. I now know enough to look for the orchids with two stalks. They are only slightly more expensive and the second stalk will bloom a bit later — extending the orchid’s time with blossoms.
Much to my delight I have now managed to get two of my orchids to have a second bloom without going dormant. Sunlight (I didn’t know they liked sunlight), daily ice cubes and clipping the stalk off to just above a live joint — these seem to do it.
Hmm. Pruning. I hadn’t realized that pruning was part of the process. That’s because I don’t like the whole idea of pruning. Pruning roses is OK. And I have no problem with pruning the small banyan growing in a pot in our car port. So? So, I guess I don’t like the idea of having my life and activities pruned.
Sigh. I am sitting here realizing that I don’t like limits. I don’t like being limited. I don’t like making the hard choices of: If This, then Not That. Gosh, God. That sounds so childish. Dang! It is childish, isn’t it.
And into my mind pops a character from Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Veruca Salt perhaps? Whose refrain is I WANT IT and I WANT IT NOW!
Hmm. Wanting has a Never-Get-Filled-Up ring to it. Getting only satisfies for a little while. Then it’s on to another round of Wanting. Wanting Things, Wanting Goals . . . Wantings that cannot satisfy.
So, God, I’m rethinking Pruning . . . and Limits . . . and maybe even . . . going to bed early?