After going to an orchid show in Sacramento a couple of years ago, I’ve developed a soft spot for orchids. We have more than a few plants on our kitchen drainboard. I think maybe five of them are orchids.
Inspired by the orchid show, I repotted a few of them and “rescued”1 another from a local big box home supplies store. Now, two are reblooming2 with another on the way.
If only I could make the Christmas cactus happy, too. I wonder, if I spent even a portion of the time I did learning about orchids, I bet I could.
Do you have a favorite house plant?
Okay, it was half price at the end of the season, but it was one step away from the dust bin. ↩
Last night, I biked to the Hillsboro airport to watch the sun set. Thanks to low clouds, the sunset was over before it started, but still made a nice backdrop for some Queen Anne’s lace.1
In addition to snapping the picture above, I learned that I’m gay. This, according to some discriminating bloke who hollered, “F**k you, f*g!” as he tooled by with his dirty pickup. This was a surprise, even to me. ;-) ↩