Hope is an Orchid
My orchids bloomed at least once a year in Chicago—usually in March despite being situated on the inside of a courtyard window. Meaning: only direct sunlight mid-day. In Michigan they bloomed at my first apartment in Meridian Meadows. Since moving to the Tiny House=nada. This spring my daughter asked me why I continue to keep them if they weren’t doing anything. I’m so glad I didn’t give up on them! I did some necessary re-arranging; moving coat rack where the plant stand was and moving the plant stand by the French doors so that they could make use of the long afternoon sunlight. Besides my coats were beginning to breakdown and the colors fade from direct sunlight being by the door. It was a good move for these two reasons—to save the coats and help the plants. And, boy! The orchids immediately thanked me, by reviving. The orchid in the middle grew over 20 buds! Right now 4 have flowered. The rest are also sprouting new leaves and getting stronger. There is a life lesson her...