Every May, we drive out to an undisclosed location (if I told you I would have to kill you) and hike into the woods to see the wild orchids. There's just one small colony, but they seem to be increasing each year.
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The off-and-on-again blog of Ron Mohring, whose plate is almost always overfilled. CONTENTS OF THIS BLOG ARE MIGRATING (gradually) to my new blog, The Boy Who Reads in the Trees. See top post for URL.
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2 comments:
Hey there,
Very nice pic :)
Love - K
P.S *keeping mind out of the gutter*
It's hard!
HA! Flowers--especially orchids--aren't shy about it at all, are they?
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