It is a good job there isn’t an equivalent to the Hippocratic oath in horticulture. But surely I am not alone, on occasion, to hoping that a plant will just give up the ghost and die? That by ignoring and neglecting it, with perhaps the odd withering look, the victim will simply pop its clogs. This orchid was a gift, from who and for why is lost in the mists of time. We have had it for years and it has been in dire need of repotting for most of those, but I have chosen to turn a blind eye. My heart is cold to this poor unfortunate. It flowered once and has never bothered again. Who could blame it? Until now. Just to spite me.
The other day a neighbour gave me another orchid, again a gift, because it was “looking at her in a funny way”. For some masochistic reason I accepted it. Now I have another orchid to mistreat. Happy days.