Orchids!

I have a good eye for Orchids! Several days ago, I posted images of two plants I discovered whist walking, and I wondered what they were. Now I know; they are both Orchids.

This is a Rattlesnake Plantain Orchid.

This is a photo, taken too close, of a Coral Root Orchid.
Sadly, you can't see the stuctural miracles of blossoms it
has. I'l try to get a better photo on another walk.

See those red mushroomy looking things? They are Coral Root Orchids.
There are fifteen of them in this photo. Click to enlarge.

I finished The Silent Patient. The best I can say is that it wasn’t a waste of time, but I have less respect for the phrase: “#1 New York Times Bestseller.”

Thursday was mostly cloudy. I dedicated myself to finishing the book, once chores and dog walking were done. I finished just in time to get ready to meet Anna and Gunther at the park. We had a great time together! I stayed until around 4:20; that was almost two hours talking and dog watching together. The sun came out and it was glorious.

I came home for a spa in the sunshine. It felt wonderful to be outdoors, ideally warm and vitally relaxed. I was in the warm wonderful water for almost an hour. Then it was time to make dinner and watch Twelfth Night. I lasted less than ten minutes. Even all jazzed up, which is how this version struck me, I couldn’t take the language. As I’ve said: I’ve been over-exposed to our Bard.

So, the evening was spent chilling on the couch with Her Highness, watching things I’d taped earlier in the week.

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My speech is back. Today is the third day in a row I’ve had full fluent speech. It’s like there’s a short in my brain wiring. Fluency comes, then it goes; the connection is made, then it breaks. The one constant is slow—glacially slow—progress. 

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I bought six pairs of leather gloves. I thought I was buying two. But now, this rural hick ain’t gunna get no more slivers! Mr. Sissyhands has perpetual protection. I have two fingers that don’t work anymore and hurt like bejesus if I do the “wrong” thing. The gloves lessen making movements that hurt my fingers.

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This morning began with a long dog walk with Eoin and his Whippets that allowed me to come home on this dull day and read by a fire, guilt free while Her Highness slept off the walk.