NYBG, The Sixteenth Week of the Second Year in the New Abnormal

My mom had a green thumb. She could keep any plant or planted flower alive for years. One of her favorite flowering plants was orchids. She loved the dramatic curve and the delicate flowers. She had a knack for keeping them alive and thriving for years. A couple of times I found orchids I thought she would love. I carefully brought them home reading the instructions and tending to them so they would make the perfect gift. However, by the time they made it to her doorstep the blooms would fall and the sad gifts never reflected the hope I had of a lush and luxurious present.

I was reminded of her love of orchids yesterday when I visited the Orchid Show at the New York Botanical Garden designed by the gifted Lily Kwong. The many varieties displayed on rocks, wood, soil, and other surfaces was a pageant of natural wonder. Walking through the conservatory was a collection of eye candy, elevating the joy of connecting with nature.