Several years ago, I decided I wanted to grow orchids. They died.
Fast forward several years, I’m wiser, I drink slightly less (more?) and I am less fashionable than I once was (somewhere along the line leggings were introduced into the mix). It was time.
Plus, now I’m a floral designer. All the orchid shaped puzzle pieces have fallen into place.
I am an orchid whisperer.
Actually, I just have five orchids from Trader Joe’s that have lasted two years. I fertilize them. When they don’t die, I give them tiny kisses. And I put them in our sunroom. Finally have a purpose for that room.
Once I felt confident I was past the point of murdering orchids, I have moved from Dendrobiums (in my professional orchid whispering opinion, the easiest to care for) and added Cymbidiums to the mix.
This one came from Whole Foods. It’s all too easy, just throw an orchid in the cart while grabbing some eggs.
Today I went to Fresh Market to pick up coffee and walked out with coffee and a potted hyacinth. The Boyfriend told me to stop buying plants, we’ll run out of living space and have to start sleeping out side where the plants actually go.
I’ll stop buying plants when we agree I don’t have to go to the grocery store anymore.