garbage_orchids raze she inherited her aunt's orchid. she didn't know anything about plants. so when the first blossom fell a few months after she took it home, she was puzzled. when they all fell away, leaving only a long, lonely stem, she figured the thing was dead. she left it in the corner of a storage room, not watered, not thought about. when she was packing up her things to move into a new house, she noticed the orchid. what leaves were left were withered. the roots were dry. but there was an inexplicable new bud forming. life where she thought there should have been nothing. she ran to the sink and gave it water. after that, she would rescue orchids. she noticed people would throw them out after the flowers fell off, thinking the same thing she'd thought, that they were dead. they weren't dead. they were sleeping. she would find them in an alley or on a curb while walking on a windless day, or in a dumpster behind a restaurant. she would bring them home, water them, go on watering them, and in time they would stir to life again, the pseudobulb become a backbulb become food for another pseudobulb, rebirth crystallized in something someone threw in the trash. 140924 ... flowerock Love it. I've saved a few orchids in my time. My mom loved them but never watered them. She bought new ones all the time. They do come back to life with a little water and time. 140924 ... raze it's amazing to me how they can do that. 140924 ... flux some are impossible, but some are surprisingly hardy, but can be inordinately picky about where and how they thrive 140927 ... epitome of incomprehensibility And cactuses, but they look hardy to begin with. Orchids don't. Maybe that's a point here. I find metaphorry things much more resonant when grounded in something real ( = approval given). 140928 what's it to you? who go blather from