March 2020


Whatchamacallit 3: My New Orchid

My New Orchid

Monday morning, I went for my (now) usual morning constitutional – leaving home at 06:00, back around 07:30. The goal is to get my 10,000 steps in while the streets are deserted.

There is a careful dance early in the morning – people take detours in order to avoid each other – whether a different path or stepping on the lawn to ensure an appropriate berth is given.

After my constitutional, I return home, take a shower, and face whatever my day’s plans are. Monday to Friday, the first step is a quick breakfast before settling down to do my day job.

However, because I am trapped at home, I want something pretty to look at – I had planned to buy more flowers this morning – new tulips or roses that I could put in one of my pretty vases – but Blumen Dilek, a florist located about 1,100 steps from my door, appears to be closed for the duration. I looked through the window just after 7, it was bare of flowers inside.

This was a huge disappointment: without the ability to explore the city, I wanted something pretty to look at from my desk.

This orchid was the alternative.

I popped into the supermarket hoping they would have fresh flowers in stock – instead they had just a couple potted plants left, including this one.

12.50€ and it was in my backpack, heading to my home – the first live plant in my home in a very long time.

It is important to me to have something pretty, fresh, alive to look at. It sits in front of my router, across from where I sit and work. Thus it is the first thing I am likely to look at when I take mental breaks to stare off into space.

I have never really been a plant person – I hate the responsibility of it – especially at home, especially since I love to travel. It stands in contrast to my Mother who loved plants – growing up, she had taken a “breakfast nook” that otherwise went unused and repurposed it into a plant room – with dozens of plants.

We’ll see how I do with this plant.

PS – The pot came with the orchid – I love how the pot looks trompe l’œil-esque, but it is really three dimensional.

During the Covid-19 crisis, I am going to try and make a point of writing a blog post about an object in my home.

We’ll see how long this lasts.

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