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. ↩
Labor Day afternoon, we kayaked the Willamette, embarking at Willamette Park. The river was lower than the last time.1 The northern dock wasn’t in the water until its end and we weren’t able to go between Hardtack and East islands. Instead, we crossed closer to the floating houses and went father around the islands before deciding to turn around. Along the way, we watched the other paddlers, the bicyclists on the river path, and the train. We heard those at Oaks Parks screaming as their rides swung around.2
I’m even more convinced than ever that I need my own kayak.