And then there were two…
Well, I did it.
Better judgement put up a token fight, but did not prevail. I wound the second gargantuan skein into a second likewise gargantuan ball.
(The cat was surprisingly unfazed by the lurking orbs; I suspect they fall firmly into the “stupid things humans do that have no bearing on me or my food” category for her and thus merit little to no notice.)
In other, less woolly, news, my “found” orchid has finally popped open it’s first flower.
I came across this plant last summer, cavalierly placed on the sidewalk in a somewhat upscale neighbourhood on my walk home from the gym. I guess the first flower spike died back and the owner couldn’t be bothered to cut it back and wait for another to emerge. So naturally I brought it home.
(For the record, it does feel somewhat irregular to just casually pluck a potted orchid off the sidewalk and adopt it, but nobody seemed to notice or care…)
I had one orchid already, retrieved by the OH one day a year or so ago when I said “Get me some flowers while you’re out” (I do get desperate for blooms at this time of year). It’s bloomed once or twice since then:
But the thing with orchids (and I’m not an orchid nut by any means) is that there are so many different varieties, and it’s impossible for someone who’s not an expert to know what the flowers will look like. So I was pleased when this one finally popped (after months of watching the spike grow, and the buds bulge) and while it’s quite similar, its lighter colour is different enough to make me happy.
A lovely present for the first day of spring.