Orchids and remembrance
(Edited July 13, 2021 to add photos of Doug's greenhouse that I took while watering it for grandma a few days ago. He used to have two full greenhouse of orchids, but donated many of them to the orchid society a few years back as he started to downsize.) I write stories like a male bower bird builds its nest: by picking up whatever shiny object attracts my eye, and placing it just so. A twig of memory here, and overheard fragment of conversation there, a dash of a scent that reminds me of a favorite location, a half-remembered line…