I thought I had done it this time. I really did. I am at best, a very poor gardener with a black thumb. I do "okay" with outdoor plants thanks to the rain and sunshine. Indoor plants are a different story. I neglect them and then I try to overcompensate and end up drowning them with my affection. Sigh...
A couple of plants have managed to survive through the years in spite of me. One was a plant someone gave me when we first got married. It even managed to survive a move across the country. I had it for years and I was used to plants dying right away. I didn't know what to do with it. I got to the point that I did not even like the plant because clearly there was something wrong with it. I decided I needed to put it out of its misery and deliberately tried to kill it. I failed in my attempt. The thing simply would not die. Finally I found a good home for it.
A few years ago, on a cold winter day, I bought a pink cyclamen. On a whim I purchased it. At least I would be able to enjoy it for a few weeks. To my amazement it survived as well. That was probably because it was on the window sill over my sink and periodically could get moisture from the air. How it survived my attempts to water it when it began to wilt is beyond me. It was a hardly little plant.
Over time, my ineptness to care for plants properly began to show but still, it would always make a comeback. Perhaps there were not as many leaves or I did not get as many blossoms but it did its best and unlike the other plant, I became somewhat fond of it. Still, I would neglect it. I did not do so willfully. I would just forget about it despite the fact that it was often right in front of my face.
I spent a lot of time away from home this past May. When I finally got back home, my little plant was in a dismal state. It was not only brown, it was uh... "crispy". My husband and son had been home but it had not occurred to either one of them to water my little plant. I was heartbroken. My valiant little plant had gasped its last breathe or whatever it is plants do. It looked like it had done more than simply go dormant. It had shriveled up to nothing. Sadly I prepared to dispose of it but then I hesitated. I threw some water on it and set it back on the window sill feeling rather silly.
Nothing happened. It was too late. I wasn't going to be able to revive it this time. I decided it was time to throw it away. It was dead.
On an impulse, I began to pull away the dead leaves and stems and I noticed something green. It probably just hadn't died yet. Still, there was something about that glimpse of green that made me set the pot back on the window sill after I had carefully pulled away the the obviously dead debris. I gave it a drink of water and waited.
I tended it for a few days and to my surprise, not only did I see some tiny leaves that were beginning to grow but I saw something that looked suspiciously like a bud. It grew bigger and bigger. Then another tiny bud emerged and another. Hmm...
This morning, when I entered my kitchen I was greeted by a single pink flower and it looks like other blooms will soon follow for I spotted yet another bud this morning. My little flower's former glory has not been restored but it is alive and it is even beginning to thrive. With time and proper care (for a change), it will become full and beautiful once again.
I could not help but remember these words of Jesus found in the Gospel of John:
"... I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live." John 11:25 (NKJV)
Scripture taken from the New King James Version®. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
When I was much younger there was a scripture teaching like your story. Don't hear it anymore.
(I'm telling on my wife).
She has a plant on the porch that has been dead for years. I think as a rminder to leave the poor things alone.
Great story about "the valiant little flower." It looks so pretty in its attractive container.
You know, K, I have had this type of flower before, and I must say, they really are difficult to keep around. I have "never" had success with them but oh, how I wish I could have, they're quite lovely.