I've had this weird, childish notion that if I put up the Christmas tree, Jenna will come home.
My brain says, "Jenna is coming home for Christmas. If you put up the Christmas tree, then it must be Christmas time. She will come home."
Of course, I know better.
Of course, I'd never put up the Christmas tree before Thanksgiving.
Still, it pops into my head about once a day.
I was out watering plants on my porch last week and noticed this.
It is a Christmas cactus.
The red things at the end of each leaf are flower buds.
If it were indoors, it wouldn't begin blooming until nearly Christmas.
Some years, it doesn't bloom at all.
I know from a horticultural standpoint, that the plant on the porch is getting just what it needs to bloom.
"12 hours of uninterrupted darkness, 50*-55* degree nights".
The plant I have indoors is exposed to light from 6am to 11pm.
It doesn't get uninterrupted darkness, nor do we keep the house at 50*.
I get it.
I really do.
There is still a part of my brain that thinks the cactus on the porch wants Jenna to come home, too.
"If I bloom, she will come."