Buenas Tardes Travellers,
Last Friday afternoon at work, I noticed something most delightfully unexpected…Wait, let’s back that up…If you will recall, I had a glorious outdoor table garden this summer. Veggies, strawberries, tomatoes, flowers, cacti and one little survivor of a blueberry bush. That little guy was an act of serious faith when I repotted him in April. He appeared to be near dead, all brown sticks, no signs of returning life, but I thought why not try…and he grew so big. SO BIG, like five pant sizes.
In truth, the moment I rehoused that little shrub and planted that entire garden was also an act of belief that I could grow a new life of my own. As I was digging in the soil and sowing their roots, my soon to be ex-husband was simultaneously packing up the U-haul to leave our home. Forever.
Flash forward, Fall arrived and the gales of hell winds knocked the little bush off the table, twice, which then necessitated repotting. Repotting in the fall is not something I encourage anyone to do. Even indoor plants seem to know the seasonal score. Also, this little guy and a handful of his leafy table mates had to go live in my office as winter was rapidly encroaching on their sunny days. I’m pretty sure they’re not thrilled with the new digs, but there’s a large window and when I was watering him, I found these…
I think I made some kind of audible noise of joy. And smiled a happiest smile. Because this little bush has never bloomed before, and they are the sweetest little white bell shaped blossoms with yellow pistils. I wasn’t expecting it to do anything like this, because I’ve read it takes 3-4 years to actually produce fruit on a tree or bush and this little guy is only 2. Since I have no experience or expectations with this type of plant, I’ve pretty much just been growing it like everything else in my garden. Good soil, good light, good fertilizer and let it go where it will…
However, I’m pretty sure this isn’t a month that blueberry bushes bloom. I did a little Google recon, and there doesn’t appear to be a breed that flowers up this late in the year, so I’m abit flabbergasted. I also have NO IDEA what kind of blueberry this is, he was a gift as a sapling. One site did mention a young bush blooming and that you should just remove/discard those blooms because there won’t be any fruit and it’s just essentially an act of pointless grace.
I’m not a person who believes anything nature does is pointless. Confused possibly, but not meaningless. Obviously I’m just going to let him bloom. ALL THE BLOOMS, ALL OVER. Because there are several buds and if there’s no berries, I’m alright with that…and why would I not want to enjoy all the little flowers?? Is there any harm in letting it grow in it’s own way? Because one day I think it will all come together for him.
And those little bell flowers led me to think about my own life right now. In fact, I think the reason I’ve so enjoyed watching this little bush is because he is a determined soul. Nearly dead and then put into the right environment, BOOM or rather BLOOM!! Even if it happened at the wrong time of year, it’s his time apparently, and yea, maybe I’m reading into this, but who’s to say this isn’t a lesson in resilience or striking out on your own terms in this world. Hanging on through the tough times so you ultimately succeed in the most unexpected moment. I’m pretty sure that animals and nature are the real professors of this life. And if you are willing to learn, that class is always in session.
SO, Here’s to the curious events of life that are actually our unexpected small victories!! May you bask in their glory, no matter what season they should arrive in!!!