Orchids do well in Florida. It's not for nothing that Ponce de Leon named this place Florida - which means "flowery" in Spanish. You can argue till you're blue in the face about how pretty the leaves are (for two weeks) in New England, but I'm here to tell you, we've got color year-round. From the tawdry red of the hibiscus, to the delicate pink of the Moth Orchid, Florida is a feast for the eyes. The camelia outside my dining room window is bursting with buds, ready to blast open into a fuschia orgy of the most beautiful lush flowers you could ever imagine. They look good enough to eat. This moth orchid lives at Le Petit Cadeau, a paradise on Big Pine Key, where Darlyn and I go, when we're lucky, to write and count the deer and iguana. Once, we were fortunate enough to go out on a boat with the cottage owners, Dan and Katherine Vaccaro. I reached into the muck and pulled up a perfect - empty - queen conch shell, that sits today, like an orchid, on a pedestal on Darlyn's porch.
The good stuff:
Time to waste
flip flops in November
geese gaggling
Excedrin
Eden Brent singing Goodnight Moon
muses
Chinese fortune cookies, with fortunes - in Spanish
Hulu
hullabaloo
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