When I neglect to go into the garden for a day or two, I dread to find sad wrinkly faces, full of reproach. Yet more often than not, I am greeted with their best poses, vying for the ‘eye of heaven’ or mine, and smiling even in the rain. That’s why I try to go into the garden everyday.
‘Full many a flower is born to blush unseen
And waste its sweetness on the desert air’
So many blooms are seasonal and their appearance fleeting. Zygocactus (Schlumbergera) above and orchids below. Most of my orchids are hanging on my fig tree which gives them shade from the fiercest summer sun but lets in the winter light.