Anthurium, a flower whose name once resonated far and wide. It used to be the queen of ornamental plants.
Everyone knew its charm, especially among plant enthusiasts. I still remember how people were so captivated by it around 2007 or 2008. Its price could rival that of a brand-new car. Imagine, a flower growing in a small pot becoming a symbol of luxury.
Yesterday, my mother in law brought me one. A simple Anthurium in a small pot.
She asked me to take care of it. I’m not sure if it’s because I’ve been spending a lot of time with plants lately or because she sees me rediscovering my enthusiasm through them. Whatever the reason, I feel there’s something deeper than just a flower in that pot.
The small pot is plain, its soil soft yet slightly messy. Like a flower once forgotten in a corner, waiting for someone to notice it again.
But my mother, with her sharp eyes, saw it. She brought it home, perhaps hoping this flower could find new life in the hands of someone who has fallen in love with plants.
To me, this Anthurium is still beautiful. Its leaves are sturdy, its colors vibrator, and there is a quiet strength in its presence. Though it may no longer be the star it once was, I believe it will grow into new stories in my care.
What’s in my mind, I wish I could bring to life. I imagine this Anthurium placed in a beautiful flower vase, made of clear glass. The planting medium would be just water—simple yet elegant.
Unfortunately, I don’t have such a vase yet. So, for now, I had to improvise. I made a water-based medium and used an empty plastic bottle as its temporary container.
I started by cleaning the roots carefully, removing any leftover soil. Gently, so as not to harm the sturdy roots. Then, I filled the bottle with just enough water and placed the Anthurium inside.
The result was far from what I had envisioned. This plastic bottle is plain, even a bit makeshift. But at least, for now, the Anthurium has a place to stay.
Tomorrow, I plan to visit a store. I’ll look for a more beautiful vase, one that can truly showcase the charm of this Anthurium. That vase will not only be for this flower but also for my mother—who lovingly trusted me with it.
