another too long day of chores lost to daylight…but always, there at least a moment for a glimmer. Isn’t she magnificent!

violets

blooming where planted
potted plants are not still life
bursting with secrets

~kat

The lady at the counter could see that I was a reluctant gardener. If she only knew how many lush plants I had ushered home to die. Maybe she figured that out as she looked at me with kindness, a slight tilt of her head while eyeing my selected purchase…”don’t you want one of the plants with flowers already blooming?”

The shelves of her market store were loaded with thriving, blooming specimens, bursting with purple, blue and pink blooms. Clearly, she had a knack for keeping violets.

“No, I like the green, healthy look of this one.” More than anything I wanted to prove to myself that I could master this. To feed and water and nurture something so delicate that it might one day reward me with flowers.

She seemed to know what I was thinking. As if on cue she started to list all the things a new violet parent must do to raise a thriving, happy plant. “Never let water touch the leaves, you know… (I didn’t), place your plant in a dish with water and feed it. Never spray its leaves with mist (I had wilted many a leaves in my shaded history with this practice). And give it sunlight.”

I thanked her for such good advice and left the shop with a sense of excitement and hope. Maybe this time I can pull it off. At least for now having a green living thing inside my home, will bring me joy every day…and it did.

Weeks passed and my little plant grew fuller and greener. Thankfully my cats left it alone. There was no hint of flowering but I told myself that having a living thriving plant was enough. Secretly I wondered if I should have taken the shop lady’s advice and picked out an already blooming specimen. I wondered if having a beautiful green plant was enough after all my concerted effort to do it right this time.

Just when I had made peace with my beautiful, simple, thriving green plant, and the idea that I was okay with it being flowerless, it happened! I noticed a cluster of buds hidden under the leaves.

There are so many lessons to be gleaned from this little exercise in hope, faith, persistence, kindness, and love, but I’ll leave that to you to surmise.

Much love, peace, hope, joy, and glimmers to you.

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨

Oh…and one more thing about this late next day post…I have decided to stop feeling remorse for falling asleep, failing to finish a post before the stroke of midnight. I promised myself 365 days of glimmers and 365 days it will be even if a few spill into the next day or year by a day or two. We are likely to need glimmers then, perhaps even more, if things keep moving in the direction of the past 7 months. The important thing is that we take a moment to discover them. Peace out my peeps!