What is more hopeful than a house plant?
Yesterday, I saw a slender stem lifting up from our prayer plant. Sure enough, this morning, one flower had bloomed atop the stem.
What sort of pollinator could this plant hope to attract, sitting by the sliding door in our house? A fruit fly? And yet, it flowered. (And yet, she persists.)
The prayer plant (maranta leuconeura) is native to tropical forests in Brazil. It prays by folding its leaves at night, like a pair of praying hands. The red-veined leaves remind me of dragons’ wings.
Persistance or optimism? To flower in a place so unlike her natural environment seems like hope to me.