Last night I was given a branch of large green and burgundy orchids, excess from birthday gifts. They have quite a strong, heavy scent, something which always surprises me as commercial flowers so seldom do. I love orchids, they're not just amazing and alien-looking, but they're very interesting plants also. In the wild they live parasitically off decaying and rotten logs, which is why they require special care when growing them domestically. I like their juxtapose of ethereal surface loveliness and necrophiliac reality.
Here's a Weiss Kreuz Aya-chan drabble I wrote a year or so ago on the subject:
Orchids
Aya’s speciality is growing orchids. They’re difficult plants to propagate, requiring patience and fastidiousness, but she enjoys cultivating their misleading beauty. In the wild most orchids only flourish in the moist shade, living leechlike on the bark of fallen trees rather than in the honest soil; sucking nutrients from the air and decayed vegetation and bird-droppings. Grown in perlite and peat, domesticated orchids present a much more acceptable façade.
Aya wants her brother to come home. She wants his past as unknown as hers. She tries to ignore the dreams that seep up like air bubbles through dark stagnant waters.
Here's a Weiss Kreuz Aya-chan drabble I wrote a year or so ago on the subject:
Orchids
Aya’s speciality is growing orchids. They’re difficult plants to propagate, requiring patience and fastidiousness, but she enjoys cultivating their misleading beauty. In the wild most orchids only flourish in the moist shade, living leechlike on the bark of fallen trees rather than in the honest soil; sucking nutrients from the air and decayed vegetation and bird-droppings. Grown in perlite and peat, domesticated orchids present a much more acceptable façade.
Aya wants her brother to come home. She wants his past as unknown as hers. She tries to ignore the dreams that seep up like air bubbles through dark stagnant waters.