
Feeling quite scattered, I looked up and saw the beautiful Clivia flowering on the library windowsill. I inherited this plant when I came to Charlestown in 1998. For years, it just sat by the window, surviving with a little watering, no flowers. I didn't even know what it was, just a bunch of strappy leaves. Finally, I figured out it was a Clivia, read a little, and decided to force the issue. I brought it home and took a kitchen knife to the tangled mass of tuberous roots, cutting away much of the rootball. It went into a new pot with new soil, then back to the library. It has flowered every year since that drastic change, sometimes even twice!
The moral? Change is good? Grow or stagnate? Or maybe it's about deserting the scattered piles of work around me for a few minutes. It wasn't "wake up and smell the flowers", but "wake up, center yourself, and enjoy the beautiful flowers". I hope you enjoy the photo and have a good weekend to center, relax, and regroup.