I’ve become near obsessed with my orchids. My first one was rescued from the trash. My mom pronounced it dead after it had lost its flowers. Two months later, it’s taller, stronger and more beautiful than ever! I have been documenting its growth on my celli and realise that with a little light, love and pampering: joy comes in the morning.
I’m stuck in pansy-mode (definition 2) after the Coldplay concert and repeatedly singing “..the light’s will guide you home, and ignite your soul, and I will try to fix you”. Sometime in the next week will be the return of a more serious post 😐