Farther on, we find a slob hunter's dump right by the side of the road, from just that morning. The ribcage and spine and assorted bones of a whitetail. Which is surprising, because it wasn't gun season yet, and bowhunters are usually more environmentally conscious than that. At least he didn't throw it in a stream, the usual modus operandi around here. Yucch. I hope it will be a nice feast for coyotes or foxes, or even hawks and owls.
I stared at the wadded up ruined notebook for a long time, wondering what had been lost. I'll never know. If I don't write it down, it never happened. There was at least one whole song in there, but I might have it on my iPhone, too. I hope so. Afraid to look. Might drop the phone in my tea or something.
I turned away from the notebook and looked for awhile at my groovycool jewel orchid, which is fixin' to bloom before too long. What a willing, wonderful plant. It's a terrestrial orchid, which means it grows in soil on the forest floor, not up high in the branches as an epiphyte. I figure it could be invasive, given half a chance and the right jungle setting. I saw a lovely orchid with similar leaves growing all over the forest floor at Tikal in Guatemala and was shocked to hear it was from Africa, and was actually a big problem. Whoa. Invasive orchid. I'd never heard of an invasive orchid.
I have a friend who used to tend a huge carpet of jewel orchids at a conservatory, so I know it can spread like crazy. I've started many new plants off this one. You just snap off a stem and dip it in rooting hormone, put it in moist medium and off it goes.
I wish I could put this plant in the greenhouse, where I need it most, but it likely wouldn't appreciate the cold nights.
How many kisses does one person need? Clearly a great many. Well that is all right. I am a Pez dispenser for kisses. You kiss on all the white parts.