I grow orchids in a small addition to our house, suitably called the "Orchid Room." When the blooms are at their peak, I can spend hours taking pictures of them. Sometimes I think I like my pictures as much as the orchids themselves. Some have a dramatic, moody quality, others a light transcendence. I search through my poetry books, looking for lines that express what I feel. Whether I find the right ones or not, all the orchids are in themselves, stunning and lovely.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
The Brassovola blooms every Christmas. I love it for its white petal-like blossoms and graceful habit, but just as much for the amazing fragrance that comes out only at night.