Flowers are a beautiful gift from nature. For the love of flowers, perhaps everyone has different perceptions and stories. Speaking of this topic, I can't help but think of that sad experience, the 16 pots of flowers have become an indelible memory. I have always been a flower lover and a careful "florist". Each pot of flowers is like my child, and I need to take care of it, and every time they bloom, my heart is excited. So, when my cousin half-jokingly said that she was going to take away a few pots of flowers, I was reluctant to give up, which can be imagined. That day, my cousin really came in a pickup van. I stood in front of the trellis with scissors in my hand, and I had mixed feelings. This pot of flowers bloomed at my graduation ceremony, and that pot of flowers accompanied me through lonely nights...... Each pot has a story, and each pot carries my emotions. I tried my best to restrain my emotions, but in the end, I couldn't help it, and the discomfort seemed to drain my whole body.
Still, I selected 6 pots of flowers, and with tears in my eyes, gave them to my cousin. At that moment, I think I roughly understood what it meant to "cut meat". Sending away these flowers, the empty flower stand at home made me feel like I was missing a piece of my heart. The next day, I went to the flower market again and bought 10 new pots of flowers, hoping to make up for the vacancy and hoping that my cousin would like the new plants. Of course, this "parting" is not just because of emotional attachment. My master once told me a saying, he said that flowers that have been raised for a long time will stick to people's blessings, and giving them away at will may cause their blessings to be lost with the flowers. It may sound superstitious, but ever since I learned about it, I've always found all sorts of reasons not to send flowers easily. But I also know that instead of letting the flowers wither with me, it is better to let them bloom with others, which may also be a blessing. Three months later, my cousin's phone call interrupted my thoughts, and she asked me if I could save the flowers.
I hurried to her shop, and the sight broke my heart - out of 16 pots of flowers, only 3 were barely alive. The flowers of the flower market, my flowers, have lost their vitality in a dark and damp environment. One of the things that saddened me the most was the pot of Junzi orchid that had been raised at home for 5 years, its leaves were weak, withered and yellow, and it was already dying. I carefully took it home and launched an urgent "rescue operation". Depotting, root cleaning, pruning, and soaking carbendazim, I did it all the right way. Watching those plants that used to be vibrant become languishing, my heart hurts beyond words. The process was brutal, and I had to peel off the outer blades that had become irretrievable, leaving only the last life to live. Despite all the reluctance in my heart, I still firmly and gently gave them the final care. This experience made me deeply realize that every pot of flowers has its life and needs to be cared for in the right way. Those withered flower pots are full of my emotions and regrets.
But at the same time, it also makes me cherish every pot of flowers at hand more, and I know that I have to work harder to protect this hard-won beauty. Flowers, like life, are fragile and need to be cared for with our hearts. Every person who raises flowers has a delicate and tenacious heart. Perhaps, only you, who also love flowers, can truly understand this mental journey. In my cousin's career, flower farming is clearly an insignificant marginal field. In her shop, there are many people coming and going, and there are a variety of goods, but only those few potted plants seem to silently tell the sad song of neglect. Today, I want to talk about these pots of sad green life, how they come back to life and rejuvenate in my hands. The first to bear the brunt is the once graceful unicorn tail. My cousin said that it was her love object, and she took care of it for four whole years, and put a lot of effort into creating a unique look. However, when I saw it, I felt nothing but regret. It was placed in a corner with little light, its body twisted and its leaves wilted.
I know that the vitality of the unicorn tail is tenacious, but it is not omnipotent. So, I had to take action. I decided to take a rather radical strategy - cut off the healthy shoots and re-nurture them. The propagation method of unicorn tail cuttings is almost 100% successful, and my plan is to start hydroponics first, and then switch to soil culture when it has a certain foundation. Although the process was not complicated, it challenged my patience and carefulness. Luckily, it didn't disappoint me, and it wasn't long before the green new leaves took root and sprouted in the water. Next, there is a pot of black orchid. As a noble orchid, Mo Lan needs not only sunlight and moisture, but also air circulation. My cousin was very fond of this pot of flowers, and placed it in a prominent place in the office. She thought she provided an almost perfect environment, but she overlooked one detail - ventilation. Soon, there was a problem with this pot of Molan, and most of the reeds began to die. When I took over, the next diagnosis - a fungal infection. I took a two-stage treatment plan.
First of all, if the fungal infection is not particularly severe, I take measures such as interrupting watering and increasing ventilation, and sprinkle cinnamon powder on the affected area, which is a strong oxidant that is effective in killing the fungus. If the problem is more severe, then I will clean the root system thoroughly and repot it. Clean up the infected part, do a good job of sterilization, and then match it with special orchid planting material to restart its life cycle. Orchid planting material, I usually choose to buy ready-made. It's not that I don't know how to configure it myself, but after comparison, I've found that off-the-shelf planting materials are more economical and tend to work better. Crucially, the feeds are recyclable unless they are completely decomposed into powder, which greatly increases the price-performance ratio. Finally, there is a pot of plants that require special attention - the patient of the soaking pot maintenance. When I took over, it was dying. According to my experience, I soaked it in a pot of water, waited for it to absorb enough water, and then moved it to a well-lit living room to continue maintenance. Although it has lost a year of flowering, I am confident that it will still be able to regain its vitality with my careful care.
The story of these flowers is not only about the growth of plants, but also about how to find balance in our busy lives and care for those who need our care. My cousin's flowers, after a lot of twists and turns, finally found the attention they deserved. And I, as a witness and participant in all this, am deeply honored to learn more about life and patience in the process. In this fast-paced era, many people are full of expectations for life but suffer from lack of time and energy to manage carefully. My cousin is such a busy urban woman, who has the pursuit of life and is often entangled in trivial matters, especially the matter of raising flowers, although she loves the fresh natural breath, but she has never been able to free up her hands to take care of those delicate lives. I often observed my cousin's tired figure, looking at the withered flowers on the windowsill, and a trace of helplessness and regret flashed in her eyes. So I came up with a way, a way to brighten up her life without stressing her – to give her cut flowers.
Whenever the flowers in my house are in full bloom, I will carefully select a few, skillfully match the matching colors, neatly insert them in a transparent water bottle, and send them to her. Seeing those beautiful flowers quietly blooming in the water through the sunlight, my cousin's face will also show a smile that I haven't seen for a long time. This little warmth became a small ritual between us, and the flowers were like a secret signal between us, which conveyed my understanding and support for her. She doesn't have to be distracted by caring for the flowers, she just needs to look up in her busy days to see the vivid greenery and feel the warmth and comfort from nature. Those flowers bloom quietly in the water, maintaining a fresh state for more than ten days, enough for her to find a moment of peace in every tired moment. At the same time, I had a different layer of thought. The flowers raised at home are not only a decoration, but also the crystallization of my years of hard work. Each flower embodies my love and effort for them, and I always take care of them carefully, lest one day I let them be hurt by my negligence.
Because of this, although I like to share, I have made up my mind to keep flowers at home and not give them away easily. It's not because of superstition that I don't want to send away my blessings, but because I don't want to see my flowers fall into the hands of people who don't care for them, and eventually wither and wither. Once, I gave a very well-grown flower to a friend, and she loved it so much, but because she didn't know how to maintain it, it didn't take long for the flower to wither. When I saw the withered plants in her home, I couldn't bear to let go of the feeling in my heart for a long time. Since then, I've been more cautious about seeing another day befall the flowers I've carefully raised. For me, those flowers are not just life, they bear witness to my love and care for the world, and they are my emotional sustenance. So, as I watched my cousin take the flowers with a smile on her face, I knew it was the best option. I was able to bring a touch of color to her life without letting her bear any burden, adding a sense of tranquility and beauty to her busy life.
Cut flowers become a medium for us to interact, allowing each other's hearts to communicate and convey self-evident love. In this city, there are many people like my cousin, who yearn for the good things in life, but are unable to achieve them. Perhaps each of us can be the one who silently sends a bouquet of flowers and warms the hearts of others with small actions. Life doesn't have to be hurried and tired all the time, as long as there is love in your heart, even a simple bouquet of flowers is enough to light up each other's worlds and let sincere emotions flow in the ordinary.