In the beginning, it was incomprehensible to me to use what little window-sill-real-estate I had on orchids, especially those without flowers. Not known for their foliage, the naked plants look like floppy green tongues. Now I covet every shape and size, like an ever-changing puzzle, and spend a few minutes each morning rotating pots to insure symmetry, charting the growth of a new leaf, and inspecting crevices for a new bloom stalk. Even a dreadful day of personal or global despair can be salvaged by these simple rituals of hope.
Here in the Sonoran Desert we save every orchid plant that my beloved husband buys me in bloom. We seldom have the joy of a rebloom but we love the plants and the sweet memories. On a rare occasion one delights us and blooms again. I adore the hope and cherish the memory.
Southern window is my only secret for making them all bloom time and time again.
You have an amazing green thumb that sadly I do not have, I love what you have always done with plants!