Over the years I have become happily superstitious about my plants. We had a peace lilly from my mom's memorial service that always seemed to bloom just before some happy event. In my garden, the most beautiful purple delphinium bloom at the anniversary of my Grandma's passing.
A little piece of Christmas cactus fell off my coworker's larger plant at Thanksgiving, so I stuck it in a spare pot with a random piece of succulent that someone else brought in.
I returned to the office this week to see my new little Christmas cactus starting to bloom and can't help thinking that this little plant - blooming after being carelessly tossed in a pot, barely rooted, and ignored for two weeks of vacation - is a sign of something very happy to come.