Speaking of besotted, I love my housesitter Monica, who is a superb plant waterer, hamster wheel washer, and macaw coddler. It's amazing to be able to leave for a week and come back to find everyone thriving. The only casualty: a lightning struck cordless phone. Blaaaa. It was a good one, too. Now, if I can replace the base unit, I guess we'll have six handsets. Three to use and three to drown.
The orchids are going bananas. Sometimes I wish they'd do this in midwinter, when everything outside is gray. But I'm just glad they do it. Boy, am I glad.
Here's the east window grouping. I keep it up all winter--orchids adore east winter sun. But I have to keep the east window slatted in summer. So I do this little dance to make sure nobody gets sunburned. Slat the east in summer, slat the south in winter. Orchids like spots and bars of sunlight, not a steady burn. As you can see from these photos, they like it a lot!
Some of my orchids are refugees from the big box stores. I got two of these little peach beauties, a Phalaenopsis hybird, at Wal-Mart, where they were, of course, slated to die badly. They're the most floriferous orchids I have. They have a bit of a genetic defect in that the petals never open all the way, but they're still pretty, and fragrant too.