The other morning, when Byron was working in the garden, he came to the door and said my friend was here to see me. "My friend" turned out to be a man who had seen me on the bus, and saw where I lived, and decided to visit. I asked him his name, and explained that I preferred to be alone, and good-bye, have a nice day. Oh, right, I was in my nightgown! I read the riot act to Byron about ever letting anyone inside the gate, especially if they do not know my name! He was very sorry, but I am not sure he understands why I value my privacy so highly.
In any event, the first orchid he brought seems to be doing all right in its perch on a tree trunk to which we had wired it. Byron said we should remove the plastic bag we had taped to the tree to contain the roots and some soil. This July photo should refresh your memory.
We undid the tape at the top and peeled it down, to reveal two gigantic cockroaches! They were nearly four inches in length, and not particularly fast. Before I could run in to grab my camera, Byron had removed his shoe and smashed them. Apparently, they had been feeding on the tree bark, as this photo shows:
The orchid is doing well, having developed some pods you can see just to the right of the tree. The new orchid is wired to a tree in a shadier spot nearby, and promises to have some pretty white blooms one day.
Maria Jose has given me several cuttings of a variety of what we call the Bird of Paradise flower -- I cannot recall the term she used -- but here's an image from Pixabay:
It's pouring rain at the moment -- the BBC is airing some analysis of the US presidential campaign. It is VERY depressing. Ah, me.
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