I’ve only ever grown one orchid, in the days before I understood that not every plant we can buy will thrive in our conditions. It was a small but elegant white one, in flower when I bought it (and for weeks afterwards), that gradually became more and more unhappy. The summit of a wooden plant stand in a coolish Lancashire home compared poorly to life in a tropical forest. Since then, I have admired orchids where I’ve found them, leaving their care to people who understand them better.
RHS Wisley’s collection of Cymbidiums and other orchids was around the corner from The Giant Houseplant Takeover. The orchids were just as bizarre in their way.
I was most intrigued by the bottom three orchids: the frogs dressed up for a posh awards ceremony and left dangling for the results; the red one, its form a scarlet version of the tiny hummingbird nest my sweetheart found in his garden made of felted leaves; the last so decorative and sturdily constructed with its pouting, land-here lip.
Shared as part of Cee’s Flower of the Day. By coincidence, her choice today is an orchid too.