Orchids
Part of being depressed is that I don't care too much about things that generally bring me joy. I had at one time close to 50 orchids and until just recently I was down to about 20 or so. I just couldn't be bothered with the upkeep and then I would get down on myself when they died and a viscous cycle would be born. Bleh. Over the summer I rescued a few orchids from a deli where the man selling them had no idea how to care for them. I watched him cut off their air roots to make them prettier. I bought all 5 he had and 4 survived. Then last week at Waldbaums, Bree and I saw a bunch of truly pathetic orchids at Waldbaums marked down from 20 to 2 dollars. Of the 25 or so there most were dead but I bought the remaining 10 that seemed to have any life in them at all. I really should have taken before and after pictures of them because they looked so much happier after the repotting and trimming. Now I wait and see how many survive.
But this post isn't really about orchids. This post is about how I'm beginning to care again about the things that bring me joy. And that is worth mentioning. Also, I have an affinity for orchids because they have a reputation of being difficult but are actually quite hardy and bloom when least expected. Kinda like me. :)
But this post isn't really about orchids. This post is about how I'm beginning to care again about the things that bring me joy. And that is worth mentioning. Also, I have an affinity for orchids because they have a reputation of being difficult but are actually quite hardy and bloom when least expected. Kinda like me. :)