Nothing is more ornate that the orchid growing out of a tree in my back yard right now.
I leave it to it’s own devices, never fertilise it … hose it when I’m watering the pots nearby.
Every year it presents a show of flowers from the first buds opening in September till the last flower falls in May.
Yesterday, I counted 37 flower heads and 2 buds on its 2 spikes.
A friend gave me this Phaleanopsis orchid as a memento when my mother died in September 2006. When I cast my eyes over its loveliness, I remember mum, our times together … all her hard work to raise us … and kindnesses.
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