Back in Early December
I thought by this time, I might be feeling the cold and the dark, so I brought home a new orchid, which/who continues to bloom extravagantly.

I thought by this time, I might be feeling the cold and the dark, so I brought home a new orchid, which/who continues to bloom extravagantly.

A moment of beauty.
A moment of receptiveness.
A moment with the breath and the sky.

This would make more sense to me without the pronouns (and specific theism), but otherwise it has some resonance.

It’s been years since I’ve had a tree. I think it unlikely I would do another full-size one. I decided to see what decorations I was ready to pass on to others; many I found by the side of the street, so perhaps it is time. The rosemary was inclined to wear a few of them. Some others went into a bowl.
