Dendrobium atroviolaceum in bloom. Mom is not a fan-- she thinks the downward facing blossoms are weird.
Good news: The WunderCorgi is apparently doing better. It was the magic of my presence, I know. Heh.
Meh news: You know how a wound initially heals really fast, then healing slows down as it nears the end? That's my eye. It's infinitely better than it was (in the way that sand in the eye is preferable to a hot poker to the eye), but I've got another two weeks of off vision, antibiotic eyedrops, and glasses. And the persistent feeling of something in my eye.
Bleh news: The "lily of the valley" votive that smelled so nice at Pat Catan's smells like scented toilet paper (remember that?) or cheap bathroom air freshener when lit. Uck. I do so dislike cheap candle fragrances.
The sunny days have me wishing I were growing a garden, but there's too much uncertainty to commit this year. I took it out on my orchids. They're really taking over my shower (go to Flickr to see what's what).