This weekend, after much recent whining and wishing on my part, Le Boyfriend and I went out to buy me an Orchid plant. I've badly wanted one of these white alien-like, fragile-but-firm, exotically-composed flowers for some time now- in fact ever since seeing the movie White Oleander 10 years ago. I somehow thought that an Oleander was the name for an Orchid flower. I never knew the correct name of this rare flower that I liked so much. Turns out it's called Orchid, not Oleander. Or rather, Phalaenopsis to be exact. Point being, I now have one of thems! And it has 11 shy-but-proud blossoms that glance at me when I open my eyes in the morning.They make me happy, these new flowers in my life.
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