While on the mountain last weekend I noticed the Yellow Orchids were close to opening. They appear quickly and disappear just as quickly. Willow and I made a quick trip this evening and there they were, near a spring on a slope.
Willow dipped her paws in the soft ground.
The Yellow Orchid is rare around here. We used to run pictures of them in the newspaper, but never disclosed the location they were found. Once they are picked they disappear.
The flower nurtures the roots, the pods spread seeds, the seeds have to land on the right kind of moss, the moisture and decay has to be just right, sometimes they take several years to germinate. It is a miracle the wild orchid exists at all.
That’s the thing about life. Regardless of the obstacles, it not only endures, but flourishes.
When Willow got back in the truck, after tramping through the creek bottom, she smelled like fishy mud. And she still does.