White orchids were my Nanay’s
favourite flowers. I remember she had several plants hanging on tree branches outside our house. She would look forward to them blooming, usually in time for the year-end ceremonies at school. The flowers would be fashioned into corsages for us to wear.Nanay
had a green thumb for sure, maybe even two. I wish I inherited her gardening skill but I didn’t. Whereas she could nurse plants back to health, I could kill them just by looking at them. Yes, I’m that bad.
We still try to fill the house with plants despite my abysmal record. The ones we have right now seem to be defying the odds. So imagine my delight when I noticed a few buds on one of the orchid plants a few weeks ago. I watched the buds change and grow every day. It is now in full bloom and that makes me happy.
I miss Nanay
so much. Her sudden passing last year left us reeling. Seeing the flowers make me feel like it is Nanay’s
way of letting us know that she’s watching over us. I take comfort in these little reminders of how wonderful my mother was, and how much she loved us. I can only wish to be half the mom she was.
Oh, did I also mention how much she loved animals? That would be a story for another day. :) #floralfriday