Tuesday, December 9, 2014
I fancy myself a bit of an orchid grower. Well, that is kind of an understatement of what exactly plays out in my mind. You see, I have several orchid plants and they are continuously blooming. Not just when I buy them . . . like as soon as one stem of blooms fades, another is waiting to take it's place. Many people have told me their woes about never getting their orchids to bloom again and, well, I'm just not one of those people. So you see, in my mind I'm sort of the orchid master.
The orchid virtuoso.
The Obi Wan Kenobi of orchids if you will.
Well, that was until my mom and I went in search of the orchid farm that I'd heard existed just down the road. We found it alright and learned that it is a three acre greenhouse full of orchids. Right down the road. Because as it turns out, the climate in my neck of the woods is perfect for orchid growing.
Labels: gardening or greenhouse