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(That was the punchline of a lot of my Grandpa’s rambling stories/jokes when I was
Last weekend there was an orchid show at the Cox Arboretum, so John and I walked over to check it out.
The orchids in the show/exhibit were spectacular.
Those are some of my favorite photos, and the rest are here on my flickr site.
I like flowers in general, and have started to like orchids in particular since getting into the Nero Wolfe mysteries by Rex Stout.
In addition to the orchids that were part of the show and exhibition, some of the orchid breeders/growers also had orchids for sale.
And I was tempted. I was really temped to ask around to find an orchid that would be easy for a novice to take care of, and get one to bring home. I like flowers. And I would like to be able to have flowers around the house.
I ended up not getting an orchid. I know how it probably would have ended if I had gotten one – it would have ended with a shredded plant and multicolored flower vomit on the carpet, courtesy of one or both of the cats.
I don’t know what it is about the cats, but they have eaten or otherwise mangled every single plant and flower that have ever been brought into the house… with a few exceptions. Those exceptions being the potted clementine in the kitchen (cats don’t like citrus, plus the clementine has some formidable thorns) and a couple of succulents (I guess that the cats don’t like chewy leaves) in the library.
It is probably just as well. It the cats didn’t kill an orchid, I probably would have. I am not the best about taking care of plants that need more the benign neglect in order to survive.