A little miracle

Once upon a time, well, about 16 years ago, I did two things. Bought two blooming cymbidium orchids and saved a Blue Tick Coon Hound puppy from being shot. (Farmers in the country at my cabin didn’t want him and that’s what farmers in the country do apparently) We didn’t keep Sam, the puppy, because he wasn’t a city dog, but I found a lovely home for him with some lovely people, he a hunter, she a housewife, several children, living in the middle of BC. Each time I checked on Sam he seemed to be happy and healthy and living out his hunting breeding legacy.Where was I going with this?Oh yeah, Sam, not the city dog, ripped up both orchids in a fit of puppy play. I was going to throw them out but my aunt decided to try to save them.Fast forward to now. My aunt kept and babied the remaining plant, now one orchid for the past 14 years and kept threatening to throw it out because it would never bloom.After my aunt died I took the orchid home and put it outside on the back patio and brought it into the garage and then into the house for winter.And look!I can’t believe it! It’s given me seven beautiful flower stalks.Do you think that’s my aunt smiling down?