In spite of appearances, today was a difficult orchid day. In addition to my jug bouquet, I purchased two beautiful new purple orchid plants for our balcony. We didn't need them, but I wanted them. Before I bought them, I asked The Kid if he thought we should get them. He yelled, "NO!" I bought them anyway, because what does he know.
On the way home, as I was juggling two bags of produce, two orchids, one orchid bouquet, and one kid, the kid tripped and fell. I bent over to pick him up, and snapped the orchid spikes in half. When we got home, I dejectedly stuck the broken, blooming spikes in an old Coke bottle. I went to the balcony to hang up the now-flowerless orchids, and realized my orchid dealer hadn't put on the plant hangers. I fought with a roll of fishing line for more time than I should have, and was eventually able to jerry-rig a hanger that probably won't blow away in a storm.
|That's the only flower that was spared.|
|They would have looked so good in the garden (though, I can't lie, I love the way they look in that bottle. It's like something you'd see in a freakin' aspirational lifestyle magazine).|
After the dust settled, I held a small memorial ceremony for what could have been.
|Snapped too soon.|
Gardening is hard.