Except on the 15th of the month, when I participate in Garden Bloggers Bloom Day.
But that isn't enough. I need to get back to my roots (pun intended) and do an occasional post about gardening. So today, I have a true confession for my blog readers. I've been inspired by Bethany over at Dandelion Pie, to confess something that I rarely talk about.
I'm an orchid killer.
That's right. Yes, I know they are supposed to be hard to grow, but I am a GARDENER. A RAMBLINGARDENer. I should be able to grow anything, right?
I am an equal opportunity orchid killer, too. I have killed several Phalaenopsis (the common ones you see in your local supermarket), a Dendrobium, and even a Cattleya (and let's not forget the lady slipper my son killed for me, but that's another story) during my long orchid killing career.
Oh, I don't necessarily kill them right away. I've had a couple of phalaenopsis rebloom but eventually, they all make their way to Orchid Heaven.
Until last year, I bought all my
Until I saw this plant at the local supermarket, in a display for Mother's Day, that is. They were in a beautiful cachepot. I wanted to buy my mother in law a Mother's Day gift, too. At the time she lived some 150 miles from us.
Was the Orchid Killer about to strike again?
To be continued.
Have you ever succeeded in growing an orchid?