I remember my first brush with an Orchid Grower, a pharmacist who had made a hobby of propagating orchids. She was as proud of these showy little plants as grandparents are of their precocious little charges. I was confused yet intrigued with her commitment to this gangly ” flower”.
In the 90’s the orchid gained popularity with contemporary decorators for its simplicity and height. My mom anthropomorphized hers as she became plant mother and professed to know exactly what made them happiest.
Rather than employing an orchid sitter I did what the natives do… I put my orchid in a basket in a tree when I left my tropical home last spring.
I hope he is still there when I get back and will be happy to see me.