Orchids are up


Pink Phalaenopsis Orchids

So if orchids are from the tropics, why do they flower in the dead of winter here? Not that I’m complaining, now that the stalk has just finished opening. There’s five flowers all together, but since they opened to alternating sides, it’s hard to get a picture showing them all at once.

Staring down the throat of an orchid

Staring down the throat of an orchid

You just have to imagine looking at them from either side, and then getting really close up, just to one. The colors of the corolla are so rich. The cup seems to get deeper and deeper. It opens out pink wings to embrace you. A golden light beckons…

Ha! You thought I was going to bring you into a faerie world of mystic wonder. Now you know how a lonely bee feels when he thinks he’s found a beautiful, pink lady bee. Tricksy, tricksy orchids.


2 responses to “Orchids are up

  1. Sing it with me: Little shop, little shop of horrors…

    I answer questions on Yahoo! Answers (Google me: Emucompboy). I’ve answered a few in the past week that mentioned orchids — which is unusual. Serendipity happens!

    One of them was “What’s the difference between a seed and a spore?”

    Wow, I thought I knew that one — seeds have this huge store of nutrients and energy, and spores don’t. But then I got to thinking: what about orchid seeds? No huge store of nutrients and energy there. They don’t even have the endosp-rm. My conclusion had to be that whoever called orchid seeds seeds and not spores was a w-nkt-rd.

    The other was “What happens if cells of a multicellular organism don’t differentiate?” Among other things I mentioned that “meristematic culturing” was the preferred method for cloning prized orchids.

    Okay. Back to topic. We all remember “The Flowering of the Strange Orchid” by H. G. Wells, and “The Reluctant Orchid” by Arthur C. Clarke.

    In my teenagerhood, I remember reading the story on which “Little Shop of Horrors” was based, but I don’t remember the name of the story, nor the collection it was in, nor its author. Ah well! What I do remember of it was that the orchid was growing in the home of a wealthy man, who was going to write his nephew out of his will — “cut him off completely.”
    The orchid gets the cat, the prudish female relative, and finally the wealthy man… and makes vegetative heads for their brains. There’s an interlude in which a bee carries pollen from the wealthy man’s head to the lips of the prudish female relative.
    Then the nephew comes in, sees what’s going on, and brings in a pair garden shears — “cut him off completely” you know.
    I wish I could remember where I read that one!

  2. I see I’m not the only one with orchids on the brain!