My Grandma has the greenest of fingers but as much as I admire her, I haven't quite got them myself. That being said, I was fascinated by the orchids at this exhibition. It all got a bit Gatsby on us.
“…an evening dress tangled among dying orchids on the floor beside her bed.”
I can see why people of all ages get so addicted to collecting these almost alien-esqe looking flowers. The array of colours, hybrids, shapes, spots all look a bit futuristic to my untrained eye but to the collector's their fancy names can dissect their breed, origin and shape.