Sitting at home,  after a long night on the town. The orchid in the far window, to the left, has set two new buds. I bought it at Home Depot, and had no expectations for it, beyond the three blooms it bore then. Now, many months later it has surprised me with this latest development.

I have better luck with those things I have no expectations for. That much is obvious. Expectations are like arming the enemy, no good can come of them.

To the orchid then, cheers.

Listening to Flora Purim, Nothing Will Be As It Was Tomorrow.