I’ve had this orchid for such a long time that I think I ordered it through the mail. Like from the time where you filled out an order form, wrote out a check, mailed them off, and waited for your order to arrive. No e-mail, no internet, no tracking numbers.
All I remember is that it’s an Epidendrum. I don’t remember which kind, though if someone does know I’d be grateful. I didn’t pay that much attention when it arrived because I wasn’t sure how long it would last. But it did, and it’s been more than twenty years.
It started as one plant. Then I took cuttings and started more. And I did that again. And again. Then there were too many pots of them. Everywhere. So I gathered them all into one large pot and made a lush planting. And despite the years and my sometimes neglect, some part of it blooms for me at least one a year.
I look forward to the blooms, but not simply because they’re really nice. Each time it blooms I’m reminded of the trials and tribulations, the events in between, and the years. A lotta years.
I’ll keep you posted.
