At one time I would have just smiled at this quote about flowers and hope…certainly true but nothing seriously in-depth or earth-shattering…just a nice little saying.
Today, however, I know first-hand the spiritual relationship one can have with a flower…”Big Red” (my original ten-year old geranium – 2008-2018) taught me this. Today its clone “Little Big Red” is still watching over me and teaching me about life, also.
In fact…right now I am patiently waiting for the last section of red buds to open and bloom (8 buds are in waiting) because I will then cut “Little Big Red” way back….I must learn from the tragedy that happened to the original plant two years ago.
It got so top-heavy with blooms that unknowingly (hidden under all the green leaves and foliage)…the roots were slowly being pulled away from the soil) until it was too late to save my beloved plant from self-destruction.
Here is a brief history on how I came to acquire “Big Red” (the car gawking) huge geranium that once ruled over the white bench on the front porch for a decade… acting as my ‘health o’meter’ throughout this decade. Whenever “Big Red” was struggling…I found myself in the same position.
Yet when it was blooming…my treatments were over and my color was coming back too…I was blooming again. This occurrence happened over and over until I came to see my life inter-twined, literally paralleled with Big Red’s. It became more important than ever…to keep it alive.
Its existence and relationship with me started in mystery. When I got home from the hospital in late May, 2008 someone had dropped the potted geranium off. It was sitting on the porch, as if waiting for me to come home. I looked all over for a card…but it was a windy day, perhaps the card blew off… because we never found one. To this day the mystery of the giver has never been solved.
It was while I was recuperating from my initial surgery (my first mascetonomy) at home that I found a book I had used in workshops connecting literature to social studies….a children’s book called…Red Flower Goes West.
The story is told by a little boy about this father deciding to move his family from a comfortable home back east where much of his family lived… to go out west and start life over.
The child could tell his mother was afraid and didn’t want to go. One day before departure, he watched her dig up one beautiful geranium plant, put it in wooden container, and say a little prayer…that if the plant survived, it would be a sign then the family would also…it would be like bringing a little bit of home along with her.
The young boy decided right then and there that nothing would destroy that geranium…and he would re-plant it for his mother as a gift when they arrived at their new home.
This promise was tested over and over again…through ravaging rivers, enemy attacks, droughts, frozen weather, torrential rains and dangerous mountain paths…but through it all he kept the plant alive and gave it back to his mother when they finally all arrived at their new destination.
His mother smiled…”It is a sign, she said, all will be right in our new life as long as we have this faithful persevering geranium to watch over us.”
This is how I came to see my “Big Red.” I would drag it in the house when temperatures dropped in the twenties, water it daily in the summer…it grew and grew and became the talk of the neighborhood. But then when I discovered… that under all the plumage of beauty it had been slowly dying… I was devastated. What did this mean..was my time up too?
Then Chelsey, my new neighbor, came to my rescue. She took nine rootings from the dying plant and placed them in pots all around her home and yard…to try to give each rooting its best shot at survival. Only one “clone” made it…but that was all that was needed. It is now bigger than the original “Big Red.” “Big Red” lives on.
Like the frontier family going west with a geranium plant…we now have back-up for “Big Red” to continue bringing enjoyment and life to one and all.
So now you know the history of my relationship with a big red geranium I love and adore…twelve years of life and beauty shared.
I don’t need a guard dog…I have “Little Big Red” who stands as my sentinel guarding the house and me. A “chip off the old block! 🙂
So until tomorrow…Hope lives when flowers bloom! Just ask me!
“Today is my favorite day” Winnie the Pooh
Voices from my readers:
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