Orchids

My dad grew orchids in the little shade house that he built himself in the back yard. He caught the orchid bug from Uncle Reg, who was a true expert and had hundreds of orchids, all different sorts. But Dad just grew cymbidiums (which are these flowers in the picture below.) And every year they put on a glorious show.

But when he went into care, I planned to move them to my house, but before I could, someone pinched them. Now, whenever I see cymbidiums in flower, I think of my dad. These beauties are from my friend Fay, who had a gorgeous show of them this year.