…to the antique store.
I recently went on a trip to the Heritage Square Antique Mall, my local haunt, were I took photos of some stuff that I love, but would never buy. If you’re in the area, or staying at Orchard House, this space is one of the few antiquing locations in the area. There are some gems to be had, but you have to be able to put up with 60′s music and florescent lights.
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Today I had the great pleasure of viewing orchids of every kind at the Franklin Park Conservatory in Columbus. Red, pink, orange, yellow, purple – it was a journey through the rainbow. And yes, that sounds cheesy. But there were colors everywhere, and staring at gray clouds and snow for the past few days has made me yearn for something bright. And these orchids hit the spot!
All these orchids got me to thinking about growing this season. And I got a little excited. (I also bought a bulb for a plant, that when it reaches maturity, will smell like rotten meat. Hello!) I love orchids but have no clue how to grow them. They need some specific heat, their watering is an issue and they need special soil. That’s a trifecta of trouble for me. If it needs more work then just a simple plop in the ground with some compost and the occasional water, it’s asking for a lot. Just ask that poor skeleton of a staghorn fern on the floor of the screened-in porch.
It’s a shame that these beautiful plants have become expendable. You can buy them at Lowes, and like the often trashed poinsettia, get enjoyed while its bloom is bright and meets the Hefty when those petals hit the floor. I feel bad for those orchids, and so I never buy them. But they’re pretty. I guess I’ll just have to appreciate them in the botanical gardens. And from these pictures, they certainly put on a show today!