Around the pillars of the palm-tree bower
The orchids cling, in rose and purple spheres;
Shield-broad the lily floats; the aloe flower
Foredates its hundred years.
Greetings Sockwatchers - the Sock has been busy on other projects and despite having a head full of ideas for the SOIG hasn't had time to blog them yet. In the meantime you will have to make do with plant pictures or in this case the orchids the Socks saw at Kew last weekend. Kew's outdoor landscape - sky the dingy colour of underwear long, long, past it's bright and white days, gardens drained and grey reflecting the Sock's winter SAD - couldn't have been in more marked contrast to the bright, bold, beauty of the orchid filled Princess of Wales glasshouse. The Sock isn't usually so keen on the alluring artifice of orchids but the cacophony of colour did much to lift her mood.
These big-chin orchids always remind the Sock of Bruce Forsythe.
Tunnels of hanging orchids to wander through.
Crazy clash of colours - but somehow it works. Nah! it doesn't.
Sock's favourite - love the colour.