Baby Orchids

Recently, I've discovered the mania that is attached to orchids. Once I got one, I had to have another, and another, and another. I'll have to attach a few pictures of my new little seedlings--getting them here was a pain in the bum. There are some very dodgy companies out there. Sigh. But they're here, and looking like they might actually grow nicely, so I'm pleased. We are running out of room for houseplants now, though, and Napoleon is getting a little concerned about whether we're going to get a new one every month. I just broke the news to him yesterday that my Mom is bringing one that she's had for a while down to me: she has a notoriously black thumb for inside plants. Funnily enough, Mom's a terrific gardener. With her orchid, I'll be up to eight. Then there's the zebra plant, the corn plant, my lucky bamboo, two rosebushes, two peace lilies (which I split just the other day, and was so pleased with myself), a poinsettia (which has survived despite my best efforts, so I'm resigned to caring for it), an Asian pitcher plant, an aloe vera, a foliage plant (I call it "Gordy") and three compots, two of sundews and one of basil. So come Monday, I'll be up to 22 plants. Eeeeexcellent.