Thank you, everyone, SO much for your compliments about my orchids. I'm happy to be able to share them with you and hope to keep doing so for many years to come.
My love for orchids stem from memories of growing up surrounded by them. My dad loves them, and when we were little, he had them all over the front porch. I remember the happy yellows of the dancing ladies (oncidium), the purples of the dendrobiumns and phalaenopsises, the bright colors of the cattalyas, and most of all my dad... with his clay pots of various sizes.
|This cattalya was almost as big as me!!|
All through my years of school here, I've wanted orchids, but I know they needed time and care. So, I was patient and finally when hubby and I bought our place, I knew the time was right. Still, I patiently waited till my parents visited and we went shopping!! My parents, sweet things that they are, spent hours with me at Lowe's and Home Depot. We must have been quite the sight, sitting there on the patio chairs, moving orchids around, studying the leaves and the roots, then getting up and walking to a distance to look back at them... LOL!!!
These were the two they picked out bout 3 years ago:
And these are the same two during last's years blooming season!! :D
When my parents visited last year, they bought me two new phaelopnosis... the white ones I've ALWAYS wanted but never got around to buying and a yellow one...
This was how my babies (the four my parents parents bought me and some others that I bought in between their visits) looked in March last year when they were fully in bloom. I have them in our south facing enclosed balcony where they get morning sun in the wintertime and no sun at all during the summer. They love it!!!
To this day, seeing an orchid reminds me of my dad and home. Is it any wonder why I love them so? :)