About two years ago, give or take, my elderly friend, Bill, gave me a clivia. I had never heard of nor seen a clivia before. It has long, tapered leaves. After a period of dormancy, it sends up a spike of flower, a gorgeous flower.
Some months after he gave me the plant, Bill had a stroke. He had to leave his home and become a resident at the local nursing home. I would visit him there. We got into a routine Friday afternoon visit. Each time I would visit Bill would ask me if my plant had bloomed yet. It didn’t. Last year, a month or so before he died, he stopped asking me if the plant had bloomed. I always felt bad to have to tell him that it hadn’t bloomed.
He died just before Easter last year. I visit another friend, Anne, at that nursing home and I still miss going to room 15 to visit Bill with Anne. We three had lively conversations and often enjoyed hearty laughter. Good memories.
A little over a week ago, I discovered that my clivia has started to push up a bloom spike. I am so pleased that it is blooming. I called Bill’s daughter to let her know that my clivia is beginning to bloom. She was as tickled as I am. She said, “Dad talked to me a lot about that plant he gave you and he was so eager for it to bloom.” How I wish I could step into room 15 and tell Bill that the clivia is blooming, but I was glad that I could tell his daughter. He hoped it would be a yellow one, but it is orange. However, it promises to be beautiful.
Bill was so happy to give me the plant. It is more blessed to give than to receive but it’s pretty good to receive. I’m especially grateful to have received this gift of the clivia. This picture shows the bloom all closed up. Some of it is now beginning to show the orange tinge, which wasn’t showing when I took this picture. I hope I can get a good picture to share with you when it fully blooms.