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I was walking back from lunch and came across a floral shop. It had several beautiful orchids for sale. Being Valentine’s Day, I justified an impulse buy.
I then walked into a coffee shop for a post-lunch latte. The barista saw me set the orchid down on the counter and said, “I think it’s going to be a good day,” with a smile and bow of her head as she let her eye contact linger flirtatiously.
“It’s optimism that ensures it will be,” I replied.
I love orchids, but they’re fickle plants. They’re easy to keep alive, however, they require perfect conditions to bloom.
When I was in Hawaii last week, I saw more types of orchids than I had ever seen before just growing in the wild. I thought of the potted orchid from my and Arthur’s wedding sitting in our kitchen window sill with healthy green leaves but no flowers to delight.
I think love is like an orchid. When we meet someone special, love just blooms naturally in the wild. When we enter into a relationship, we are transplanted and domesticated. To keep blooming, we have to create the perfect conditions. It takes work, but each season’s blooms are more plentiful and beautiful.
Today is my 9th Valentine’s Day with Arthur. He’s a great gardener.
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