“Time does not stick around long, and therefore I do not want to waste a single moment of it.”Ingrid Trobisch
Pink might be my favorite orchid color. It seems a deeper fuller shade of pink than I normally find in potted flower plants. The petals are dotted with tiny freckles of pink. They are waxy and stiffer than rose petals with angel shapes on their faces.
Every color, even green, the orchid family is a collection of rare beauties. You will find oranges, yellows, pinks and purples, tans, whites, and reds. Their shapes like birds in flight and many like angels with arms outspread. I love the orchids though they are hard to grow. I keep trying and some do pretty well. I photographed these at the Crystal Bridge gardens annual orchid show in Oklahoma City. It was awesome.
There is nothing as hauntingly graceful as the orchid bloom. It’s a dance, a song almost, dressed like the bright Flamenco dancer with arms outstretched. Even though it doesn’t move, it swirls and sweeps and swishes. It wears a colorful head scarf and stands on tiptoe.
Orchids are like flower carts overflowing with fancy lady’s dresses speckled, stripped, spotted, and mottled. Green spears of leaves are their petticoats and the contrast for their bright colors. Orchids are fun. It amazes me that God created flowers for us. Such pieces of fanciful imagination. Every one a different shape and color. Each a different story, song, or poem.
I have a friend in Australia and she says they have lots of orchids there. She takes walks with her husband and her camera and she hunts the orchids out and finds their names in her books. Mine are from the store and the types are limited. Still I am thankful for them.
Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variableness or shadow of turning.James 1:17