I took Olga to the cemetery yesterday. It's been so cold that ice has built up on the shady side of some of the gravestones. This is the grave of Rowland Neate Perrin, who died in 1899 at 61, and his wife Anne, who died in 1901 at 64. I suppose that was old age back then.
It was one of those days when we kept finding things.
First, at Fortune Green, I found a perfectly good orchid in the trash can. It was sitting right on top and obviously hadn't been there overnight, since it wasn't frozen. The flower stem was broken off and it had a sad-looking leaf, but I grabbed it anyway, which made for an awkward walk since I then had to carry it through the cemetery.
Olga found an old deflated football, her favorite toy, which she proceeded to worry and shake and tear to pieces. We played a couple of vicious games of tug-of-war, which wasn't easy with an orchid in one hand. Olga may be a grande dame but she is still surprisingly strong.
Finally I had to throw the football away, because Olga wanted to stand and gnaw on it rather than walking. Argh! Fortunately she's very in-the-moment and once it was in the trash can she seemed to forget it immediately. Can dogs have age-related short-term memory loss?
In a stroke of luck, I found another discarded orchid, but this one had been frozen -- it was the sickly color of overboiled green beans. It was still in its plastic wrap, though, so I took the plastic to carry the first orchid. That made handling it much easier and protected it from the elements for the rest of our walk.
I will never understand why people throw out orchids when they're finished blooming. Just give it a bit of care (they don't require much) and it will flower again the next year. When I got this one home I removed the yellowed leaf and it's now living on our end table in the living room. Hopefully the cold didn't shock it too much.
We now have THIRTEEN orchids. I keep saying that I want fewer plants, but I couldn't very well leave it in the trash, could I?
That's about the most exciting thing that happened around here yesterday. I cleaned up the garden in the morning, picking up a few stray twigs left behind by the tree trimmers. I did laundry. I vacuumed the house. I changed the sheets. Ho hum.