This morning I popped by my aunt's place to look at her orchids. She had told me over the phone her mokara and the den was blooming. My father was there and he whinged about the older dens not flowering, blaming my lack of experience indirectly. I am already cross with my father for over-watering the phals. I shot back at him, calling attention to the fact that it was he who made the phals sit in a soaking moss, and enquired if he had ever grown orchids, and if he did, surely he knew that orchids, if you are lucky, bloomed thrice a year, and some others bloomed once in three years. In the car later, I thought about putting a flourescent lamp to give them some light. I had toyed with the idea of raising them higher but the road construction made everything dusty and putting the plants higher might get them even dirtier. But where am I to get power for the light?
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One of shoots was of me checking on the plants. This was easy. While the stranger is a curiosity, I find my plants more arresting. I pinched off the dead buds on the dens. I shook the older oncidium to check if it is firmly planted - it had been dropping leaves. Moving on to the mini cym, I saw new growth, which pleased me enormously.