Do you know what this plant is?
snippets of our garden in Ravenna
and a wee bit of random poetry
Yet another outing at the Jardin Botanico
Every time someone comes over to my mother’s or my house, they look at our orchids, amazed. We have dozens of them, nearly all gifts, untidily arranged on window sills. Some are heavy with their second or third (or more, who remembers?) bloom; others…