my mum’s orchids are blooming and they kinda look like this
but all the more very purplish
although with rather daintily small petals [so i don’t think it’s a vanda].
and there’s one hibiscus which is rather
very babyishly pink.
and also some crimson red roses
as well as cute little multiple-coloured japanese roses
the thing about gardening that my parents seem to love is the element of surprise.
it’s like you don’t realize that time has indeed passed and that the results of your gentle hand-work is sprouting and blooming back at you.
but it’s not really my forte though.
unlike my parents, i don’t have greenfingers.
i have fiery warm fingers that kills even cactuses.
and i kinda hate things that crawl.