“An orchid in a deep forest sends out its fragrance even if no one is around to appreciate it.”
– Confucius (551-471 BC)
The first orchids that caught my attention and started me on a journey of mildly obsessive love, was at my mother’s California home in the early 1970s. I often sent her potted orchids via a La Jolla (CA) florist as gifts for various celebrations. I simply specified a “beautiful orchid” on the orders, as I knew very little about them, other than my mother loved them.
I visited Mom often but didn’t notice the continuing accumulation of orchids until a Christmas in 1974. I guess it was the right time of year for peak orchid blooms. Her orchid collection had thrived and was so beautiful: Its flowers rivaled