THE CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
by Linda Fortner
Merry Christmas to all of you from Linda's Orchid Page
t had been a cold Fall, and Winter was not far behind. I was
finding myself out in the greenhouse more and more preparing my
orchids for the short days to come. It felt like spring rather than
winter and the orchids were blooming profusely --that is all except
my little Cattleya named Alba Betts.
Little Alba was brought to me last Christmas by a frail old
lady. She told me she could not take care of her baby any longer.
With tears in her eyes she handed me this poor, sorry looking little
orchid. She told me it was once a big beautiful plant with beautiful
large white blooms. You would never know it by looking at it now.
What a site this little orchid was, no roots, no leaves and
definitely no blooms. Anyone else would have thrown it in the
nearest trash can but I took little Alba in my arms and told the lady
I would take care of her baby.
I took Alba to the greenhouse, repotted her in a new pot, placed
her in a warm shady place, and said a small prayer.
Alba just sat there through the Winter and into Spring and
Summer not doing much of anything. At least it hadn't died! Many
times I was tempted to throw her on to the compost pile but each
time I remembered the frail old lady and my promise. At last, in
the late Summer, I noticed she was actually producing new growth.
I couldn't believe it. After all these months she was trying to
grow. Then, in October, I noticed a flower sheath was forming.
Could it be that the little Alba Betts was not only going to live
but was going to bloom too?
Fall again; the cold dark months slipped by, and Christmas was
now just around the corner. All I wanted in my heart was to have
little Alba grow and bloom. I watched her every day and saw the
miracle that was taking place in front of my eyes. Her flower sheath
swelled with the new life within. My goodness, was my prayer, said
so long ago, going to be answered? Is Alba going to bloom?
On Christmas day I ran to the greenhouse and the moment I
opened the door I knew something had happened to Alba. The fragrance
that filled the air was heavenly! I hurried over to where Alba sat
and what a site I saw, not one or even two, but three of the most
beautiful blooms I had ever seen had sprung from her sheath!
Immediately the little old lady popped into my mind, and I had to
call her and tell her about Alba Betts. She was so happy when I
called and said to me, "This is a Christmas Miracle."
Remember this story when you feel like giving up on anything.
Many things are like little Alba Betts, the more love and caring you
give, the more you will receive in return.
|C. Alba Betts White
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