I reckon its worth risking a sandy tongue to give this little fella it a little lick, just to see how good it tasted…no….just me…ok
I hope one day to find you
The hope of glimpsing the near-mythical ghost orchid(Polyradicion lindenii), central character in Orlean’s story, lures aficionados from thousands of miles away to trudge through Naples Florida’s deepest sloughs and endure clouds of mosquitoes. Seeing one in full bloom for the first time is sublime. Leafless, it seems suspended in the ether, an elaborate, eerily white, nearly translucent bow with a long, trailing spur, all jutting from a complex star of pale green roots clinging to a tree. Besides Cuba, which harbors a few specimens of this gorgeous flower, the ghost orchid is ours alone, appearing only in the Fakahatchee and Big Cypress basin. While the plants are plentiful, they bloom only sporadically.
Posted May 21, 2012 at 8:38pm
I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.
— Oscar Wilde
