There is a connection between me and my phalenopsis, and it's not only that I love it when it blooms. It occurred to me, when it bloomed last week that our relationship parallels my relationship with my writing. All year - yes - all year, I water its green foliage. I talk to it and keep it in the window, with the sun shade down so it is spared the hard light of afternoon sun. This year it gave out three branches of blooms. The blooms are spidery, elegant, white and deep egglplant purple marked with brown spots. To look at them is one of those 'how can you not believe in a higher power?'moment. So, for your enjoyment, I will post a photo of them in all their glory.