Thursday, January 4, 2018

~ flowers in the dead of winter ~

       Christmas time was great ...
                                                    but I'm over all the Christmas "stuff" collecting dust ...
                                                                                                                        and yes, spider webs! 
             
                          The kids waiting to return to college are still enjoying the Christmas tree - or rather, enjoying not having to carry the empty 8 footer out the door.  Hmmm, I think I've been had!                                                                                                                                                             
            With snow on its way, the tree could wait and be enjoyed another day but the dried out crackly garlands and all their counterparts have finally been taken down and it feels so good!
    
        
    There is one part of Christmas that will be a permanent fixture (till I forget to water it, that is) 
                          
                                            ~the heirloom Christmas Cactus in fuchsia pink. 
                                                        ( My least favorite flower color!)
                      

      My mother had one my whole life and as a child I remember her excitement when it was ready to bloom. Frankly, I never shared her excitement. I mean the color was all wrong for Christmas! I now know there are red ones, but that wasn't the color of the one passed down from one generation to another in my family. When mom would ask me if I wanted a slip to start at my house, I'd always decline. 

      Funny thing happened at our last family reunion....I brought home a cutting from my great great Aunt Lolly's Christmas Cactus. And guess what? I got so excited when the little blooms started to appear. Hoping against all odds that this one would have genetically through the years turned red, I waited. 

                                            
                                                   Well, it bloomed fuchsia. Of course it did. 
                                     But I can love it all the same, not for its color but for its roots: my precious,                                                                                                                                                    well-loved, 
                                                                                                                                              Aunt Lolly.
It's funny how you grow up and start to like a thing you never did before.

                                 Happy New Year! I hope it's full of wonderful lovely things that bless your heart
                                                                                like Aunt Lolly's Christmas Cactus blesses mine.

                       



                      

                                      

2 comments:

  1. Happy to see your posting this morning Terri! we have one fuchsia, and one red cactus..they bloom about a week apart. My sister has a giant of a cactus that is well over 50 years old, and it too is fuchsia!!
    See you at Woolwrights ~ stay warm!
    Lori

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  2. So cool! My cactus and your sister's must be related! ;] Your words are an encouragement as I try to make good on one of my New Year's goals. Looking forward to seeing you at Woolwrights! It'll be here before we know it!

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