:: Some of you who’ve been reading this blog for a while know that this poinsettia came into our home the weekend after Thanksgiving Day 2011. It has lived, bloomed, grown while sitting on our kitchen table ever since.
This is unprecedented for me. Never once has a poinsettia, entrusted to my care, lived more than a couple of months after it came into our house.
Yet this wonderful plant has shown me that with the right amount of indifference and the right amount of sunlight, a poinsettia can thrive, at least for a year or so, in our home.
Truly this is a case of… who knew?
:: I was staring at this plant the other morning as I sat at the kitchen table and drank a mug of coffee. Bay windows surround the table on one side so I had the choice of looking outside into the grayness or looking inside at this colorful, drooping poinsettia.
I went with the colorful alternative. I mean… who wouldn’t?
:: According to a fast bit of research on the topic, a poinsettia can live for years inside someone’s home. I like knowing this, but doubt that this will be the case with our poinsettia on the kitchen table. It is beginning to look frazzled and worn out.
I’m not going to do anything in particular to encourage it to keep on growing, but at the same time I’m not going to withhold water and sunlight from it. I’m just going to let it go through its process of aging gracefully.
This plant’s sense of purpose has charmed me. All plants are like this, of course; but seeing the process unfold in slow motion in front of me each day for well over a year, reminds me that we need to define ourselves as we see fit.
Do your own thing, says our poinsettia on the kitchen table. And all that I think is… why not?