Wednesday, February 25, 2026

I dreamed of two blue orchids (Glenn Miller)

Photo by Kseniia Ilinykh on Unsplash


Wie geht's?

Joan Didion in her essay, Quiet Days in Malibu, profiles a Californian orchid breeder called Amando Vazquez. Along the way she describes his beautiful greenhouses as having, "the most aqueous filtered light, the softest tropical air, the most silent clouds of flowers".

Reading that reminded me of growing up in Auckland.

My mother had a more modest greenhouse/ shade house that housed her orchid collection. Built for her by my dad, it had three sides of benches above the ground. On them were rows of orchids in large terracotta pots with maiden hair ferns underneath. 

It was always slightly damp and fragrant in the greenhouse.

It was always a peaceful place to go, to look at the orchids, to talk to mum.  

Love and peace - Woz.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It was a beautiful Greenhouse until Keegan rearranged the pots along the garden path.Gotta forgive him and admire the fact he could lift them.