It rained and the top heavy blossom was too much for the stem to hold with the extra weight of the water. This shows a good color echo with the pink hyacinth. Don’t think for a minute that I deserve any credit for this match up, I had never even heard of that concept when these were planted two years ago. I deserve no credit for anything ever again. Make me sit in the cafeteria during recess.
Oops, I was trying to put this out of my mind. It snuck in here somehow. Oh well, you might as well be told to look at that healthy stem with the cell structure showing life next to the dead stem all brown and dried up. Make me do litter duty picking up trash along the highway.
And you might as well be shown this stem with the end that matches up perfectly to the stem in the picture before. The stem with the living cell structure showing. Yes, that one. Ground me for the whole month, well except for the Spring Fling.
Find your happy place, Frances, you know where it is. Flowers, flowers, flowers, think. See this dark hyacinth, Midnight Mystique Black, from Thompson and Morgan, that was ordered last spring, waited until fall for it to be shipped, planted it carefully and waited some more for it to open. It was for the black garden, a black hyacinth, pretty close actually. You don’t deserve to be in your happy place, you should go to your scary place, and be scared.
Back to the nightmare, there were even two flower buds.
There has been an algae bloom in the recently cleaned pond. During the winter the pump is unhooked and just bubbles in the water to give oxygen to the fish and keep the water from freezing solid. The ordeal of cleaning the pump filter and getting the water to circulate through the tubing properly was done last month. Then the algae decided to enter the tubing and has formed evenly spaced green drip lines for the water to cascade over the large flat rock. In a million years I could not get this to happen if I was trying to get this effect, it did it by itself. You would think that would be something to cause cheerfulness around here. Maybe a slight smile is allowed for this.
And normally we are fairly cheerful. Except when we mistakenly cut the bloom stalk of our prized paphiopedilum BEFORE it has even opened, with TWO flower buds. It was early morning, still dark, I went into the greenhouse/sunroom to tidy up some fallen leaves from the abutilons, and remembered that P. Oriental Mystique, shown here on the left in a photo from 2003, had finished blooming and needed the stem to be cut and the stake removed. Except that job had already been done. In the lesser light with no sunshine to help these sorry eyes, and scissors in hand, the deed was done to P. Raven Forevermore whose budded stalk seemed to look like a spent stalk whose flower had fallen off. If it had been allowed to bloom it would have looked like it did in 2003, shown on the right. Someone please punish me.