March is flowers! I took this in February but now everything outside is budding, a little late for here. Usually my camellia is blooming by the end of January. The magnolia has heavy fuzzy buds and I have a fifth orchid, my tiniest sweetest one, blooming.
My mother had plants all over a shelf running the length of their kitchen. She did a pen and ink drawing of the riot of flowers and pots and leaves. She then did a second one but this time the snapdragons were dragons and there were elves and fairies and monsters in all the plants.
My orchid is blooming riotously right now, with abandon, to the point where the pot barely stays upright. I love orchids, how long the blooms last, and how they would rather not be watered too much, and a flower that perches up on tree branches in jungles: how delightful and romantic is that? This one is in my kitchen window and makes me think of my mother.
I suppose the two windows on either side of the big one aren’t identical, but they are certainly a pair. This set of windows is part of why I chose this house. The windows face due south and living room gets sun when we have sun. In the winter the sun will hit the rainbow catcher. It is filled with water and rainbows are thrown all over the room. The ficus is from my parents, a bonsai. I have no idea how old it is, but I repotted it last year, because it was root bound.
Saturday I cooked most of the day and got ready for the dinner. We don’t always have spring sun so looking out the windows made me long to go outside! What a glorious day, with my plums blooming! But the dinner was a delight as well and there will be more sunny days.