Today was the Cleveland Botanical Gardens annual orchid display. Every year the display has a theme, and this year it was orchids of Vietnam. Ruth also has a date to go with Francis.
Orchids are pretty much orchids to me, so here is my pick of the best of today.
That jade tree behind the ribbon is descended from our brother, Melvin, and nurtured to mammoth size by my sister Janice. The last time we wrassled it out the front door to be repotted, I suggested to Jan it probably was the last trip through the front door and we should consider donating it to the Botanical Gardens. And we did.
I last saw it four years ago.
Then we started around. I have culled down to pictures of interest.
Orchids, birds and butterflies were everywhere. Pass on the bananas, but the melon looks mighty fine.
Here the turtle is late to lunch. We quit waiting for him.
This is the avenue of fragrant orchids. Ruth tested them. Some did smell nice. My nose closed, half a dozen down.
A Christmas Cactus like I grew up with.
Then we went upstairs, and I fell prey to my best habit of people watching. In my next life, I will again have hair like the woman in black. Heck, I'll even settle for the woman in wellies.
When we stepped off the elevator and passed the young girl in black, I said to Ruth, "I had identical trousers in college," and Ruth said, "They are vintage! Did you see the little pleats at the waist?"
She was in the same spot when we left, so of course we told her our observations on her trousers. Her face lit up. "My mom will be so pleased. She gave them to me!" No, I did not reach over and stroke them. They were of that fine, light wool I've not seen since the sixties!
And finally, we looked at all the specialty orchids. This is the one we both picked to take home. Dendrobium something or the other.