Tuesday, April 05, 2011

This is a picture of a blooming peace lily. It normally sits on the counter, right next to this laptop, but I thought the dining room table would be more aesthetically pleasing for a picture. What is so special about this plant? It is the last of the living plants that we received the week after Thomas died. We got a number of them, but the rest have all gone. This one looks to be immortal. One of the other November 2004 moms also got a lot of plants--several years ago we compared survival rates (neither of us having a good record)--I must ask her whether she has any left too. This is the first time I remember seeing this thing bloom since we got it and I have no idea why it did this time. In honor of the effort though, I dusted off its leaves for the first time in . . . a while. Maybe this is a metaphor for hope, springing up unexpectedly from a not very promising source.

Hmmm. PS: The prints in the background are from a Native American artist named April White. Look her up!

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At May 21, 2011 at 7:38:00 AM PDT , Anonymous Laurie, Chase's mom said...

Lee Ann,
I have one of those peace lilies as well. I have drug it through all of our moves. After 5 years in Hammond, it was looking great. Then our most recent move, and it got frosted on our colder nights here (not to mention the caretaker they were entrusted with-Yikes!). Anyway, it has had its "haircut" and is recovering in my unfinished laundry room (don't worry there are windows there, even though they don't like direct sun) Your blooms will return each year when your plant is happy! xoxo Laurie

 

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