orchids
If You Go to An Orchid Show You Might Come Home With Orchids
If it’s not bad enough that my mother always insisted on slipping boots on my feet and mittens on my fingers as a kid growing up in the sub-human coldness of Minnesota winters, now they want everybody to wear a bicycle helmet while bike riding, not touch any object but the steering wheel while operating a vehicle and to wear life jackets aboard a water vessel. How is a decent person supposed to succumb to the elements and possible kill herself if not left alone in peace? Next thing you know we won’t be allowed to leave our homes unless dressed like armed robots to protect ourselves from pollution which, when you think about it, might be kind of fun.
You know what else is fun? Well, besides selling real estate in Sacramento, that is. Going to an orchid show. The Sacramento Orchid Society put on a show last week, its 68th Annual Orchid Show, at the Scottish Rite Temple in River Park. I’m wondering, though, if my husband was looking all grumpy when we paid our admittance fees or if orchid shows are typically dominated by women because the people at the desk rightly assumed that he might have preferred to be elsewhere.
Yet, I caught him shootings photos of the orchids and we spent a good hour walking the aisles and admiring the flowers. I can’t get over how beautiful orchids are. It’s almost like they are not real, not created by nature, that an artist painstakingly created each brush stroke and dot by hand. Each is unique. There are more than 25,000 species of orchids. They vary so wildly, and I love them all. The textures, the silkiness, velvety surfaces, crepe paper, sparkly sandpaper, and how they so can resemble insects like butterflies, or arachnids like spiders and other creatures in mother nature. I haven’t met an orchid I don’t like. If you ever get a chance to visit Lanai, Hawaii, go up into the mountains to see the Four Seasons Orchid Greenhouse.
I also learned they are orchids because, unlike other flowers that contain separate sexual identity, the male and female parts of an orchid are combined in the column. The stamens attach to pistils, which was new information to me, so I thought I would share it with you. In fact, the whole world of orchids is new to me. I started to read about the families and genus but then it was back to working on Sacramento real estate when my cell rang.
Oh, also, I did come home with a few orchids to try to grow on my own. Just a pinch of fertilizer and water once a week. I can do that. At the very top of this blog is a lady slipper that I bought. Such a cute little pouch and the dots on the tongue thing in the center give me shivers. It’s genus is paphiopedilum. If nothing else, I can walk around saying big words like that and drop them into casual conversations until I learn what I’m talking about.
In closing, it should be noted, btw, that the California Senator Carol Liu who is introducing the bike helmet law has flat hair.
Photos: Elizabeth Weintraub
The Orchid Greenhouse in Lanai at The Lodge
It’s often a little sad to leave the islands in Hawaii but I depart today a happier person for having visited the orchid greenhouse at The Lodge. It’s a different way to see Lanai, Hawaii, to spend time at the Four Seasons Lodge instead of its sister property on the beach in Manele Bay. It’s like you are suddenly transported to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, and summer weather is replaced by a fall rainshower. Lots of wood used in this resort and it sports a giant stone fireplace in the lobby, exerting a warm ambiance.
There is a sweeping golf course, a large pond loaded with koi fish that poke their noses out of the water when they see you approaching, a pergola, fountains, lush vegetation and flowers. It reminded me a little bit of our trip to Sonoma, California, without the wineries.
I had stopped briefly at The Lodge the day before on my way back to Manele Bay after running around Lanai City, and I had missed the orchid greenhouse because I didn’t know it was there. Which meant I had to go back before I left the island. First on my list was submitting Sweetheart Rock to Ingress as a suggested portal, which I finished early yesterday morning in the midst of strong winds blowing sand into every nook and cranny of exposed skin. The afternoon was reserved for a manicure and pedicure, which left a small window of opportunity to grab the shuttle without a reservation — which the shuttle guys don’t like very much, you must make a reservation — and head up to the orchid greenhouse at The Lodge.
Roasted tomato soup, without the cream, called out to me for lunch. A rainy day is a perfect day for tomato soup. It wasn’t cold outside, just wet and windy. The breeze was so strong it whipped my newspaper off the table during lunch when somebody opened a side door to the grounds. After shooting photos of the orchids and sitting in the greenhouse a while, admiring the beautiful orchids, which included a view of the turkeys frolicking about on the perfectly manicured lawn, I headed back to the lobby for lunch.
I don’t believe I have ever seen an ugly orchid. All orchids are inherently gorgeous. They are a perfect flower. Striking. Alluring. Original. Exciting. Creative. My sister says orchids need a scent to be a perfect flower but they create a fragrance inside your head, so you don’t need to experience it with your nose. I hope you enjoy the photographs.