Friday, October 29, 2010

Frog Friday! Ludisia Edition

Horst and Bob stand on the jewel orchid (Ludisia discolor) I brought home from my orchid society.  Erich Michel is an accredited AOS judge with deep, deep, knowledge of multiple orchid genera.  He runs Michel Orchid Nursery where you can find crazy beautiful Habenerias.

Honestly, I regretted the purchase when I first brought it home.  It was potted in sphagnum moss and I always killed plants in sphagnum (that's negative thinking, I know, but it was also an empirical fact).  The first week was rough and it seemed all out of sorts with my watering routines.  A push and pull effect structures my watering: I water "when the plants need watering," but my regular life and work require some watering patterns slightly out of step with the plants' needs.  The Ludisia seemed to resent whatever I was doing.

I repotted it and placed it with the frogs.  Now, I absolutely love it.  The frogs also love it.  The crickets move along the coconut husk basket that houses the orchid, giving the frogs multiple points of attack.  Horst and Bob like to wait on top.  Carol, Alice, and Ted like to stay in the water around the basket to pick off the crickets that escape from above.  The plant appreciates the high humidity, and I like the fact that I can water it with a spray bottle.  I can definitely envision another jewel orchid in my future, and I think the frogs can, too.


Monday, October 25, 2010

Crazy-Cheeks Griffin

Here, Griffin christens the plant stand with her cheeks.  She seems to recognize that the Miltassia has finished blooming, unveiling its thirteenth and final flower on October 23.  But back to Griffin....

The strange appearance bands of discoloration approximately a foot above the floor on various wall edges has been an ongoing mystery of the Cats and Catts house.  Recently, we took a closer look and noticed that Griffin's repeated rubbing of her cheeks against the wall edges has left a mark.  We know this is her way of marking territory, a common strategy among cats because of scent glands in their cheeks, but Griffin is extra aggressive in this regard, befitting her pushy nature.  My Brassavolas, my toothbrushes, the edge of whatever book I'm reading -- Griffin leads the way with her crazy cheeks.

So, I was happy to have the camera ready to document what a complete freak Griffin can be when she doesn't get enough cheek pets.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Orchid Room Refreshed

 It took several weeks, but the orchid room has new paint, more light, and better climate controls. Finally!

I’m supplementing the light from a West-facing window with compact fluorescents. In general, my big plants are on the left, the low-light babies are on the bottom, the small Catts are in the middle, and the Brachys are on top. The red and black fans are on alternating schedules to vary the air circulation. Off-screen, in the back of the room, an oscillating fan turns on in the afternoon for six fifteen-minute blocs. The Brachys, in particular, appreciate the extra air movement. For humidity, we have a cool-air humidifier in the corner and a large bowl of water on the bottom of the plant rack. Griffin is shown taking advantage of the water bowl, but we’ve seen all of the cats enjoy it. The air feels buoyant, the kitties are happy, and now -- with cooler nights and shorter days -- it's the orchids time to shine.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Bark Confidential

Bark Confidential
by Selena Sabine

Word of a hot new bark hit the street like a scrap of salmon falling off a dinner plate.  “Kiwi bark,” they called it.  High quality stuff. You only need to repot every four or five years with it.  Old timers said that they haven’t seen bark like this since the 1980s.  I knew I had to get me some bags, so I hatched a deal.
It was a sun kissed September afternoon as I rolled up on the house, Toonces-style.  Stopped in front of the open garage, the smell of pine hit me like a water gun spray.  Trays of orchids everywhere.  Multiple genera.  True madness.  It looked like a severe case of orchid addiction and I had a feeling he was an accredited AOS judge.  I was in the right spot.  I put a roll of Andrew Jacksons in my fur coat and cautiously exited the car.

The man eyed me nervously through his spectacles.
“I hear you have some bark,” I said.
He nodded and pointed to an opened bag of dark brown wood chips.  I slowly reached my paw in the bag.  Careful.  Like I’m stealing a piece of chicken off the kitchen counter.  The situation was already high-wire – I didn’t need to make it more jumpy.  I brought the brown wood chip to my nose.  The way my whiskers bounced off its surface.  That forest aroma.  My tail flicked hopefully against the Fall air. I knew this was superior bark.

“Two bags.  Medium grade.”

After loading two bags in the trunk, he reached down for a third.

“Since you’re headed out West, I wonder if you wouldn’t mind holding a few for my associates.”

This is always how it starts.  You think you’re making a square cash-for-bark transaction, but there’s always a catch.  Then, before you know it, you’re trading in perlite.  You’re brokering charcoal deals.  You're the middle-man for reverse-osmosis equipment.  Then you find yourself caught in a web of secrets, extortion, bribery, blackmail, assassins, and the whole rotten root system of the underground potting materials trade.

“That wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“I thought you might say that.”

 He reached behind his back and produced a bag with a green leaf.  The pseudobulb showed viable roots.

Dendrobium Lindleyi ‘Joy.’  For your troubles.”

Wasn’t this cutting from that gorgeous and floriferous award winner in the February show?
Well played.  He was good.  I started purring in spite of myself.

The back wheels sagged under the weight of pine.  The Dendrobium stared at me from the passenger seat.  The purring had long ago changed over to vet-visit-like stillness.  I kept my yellow eyes forward, tried to focus on the endless expanse of freeway, but I couldn’t shake my doubts.

“You’ve done it again, Bean.  In over your head.  Just like the giant feather-toy debacle.”

It was nightfall as I approached the driveway.  It was my own home, but something seemed fishy, and not Friskies Seafood Medley fishy.

I swung open the front door to find two intruders.  Claws out, I pounced on the couch with a hiss.  On my right flank, a man with a handlebar mustache lurched backwards.  I drew on all of my prior training with a laser pointer, but the consequences were much more dire than being unable to catch a shiny red dot.  Seeing my nine lives flash before me, I quickly pivoted and caught him with my back claws.

“Oh my,” he exclaimed with a disarming folksiness.

I retracted my claws and propelled forward toward the second intruder, the woman with the long hair. I spotted my landing on her left shoulder, but she ducked.  I landed with an embarrassing thud and quickly tried to pretend that I intended to land on the floor all along.  I glanced up to see the two of them smiling down at me.

“Your sister Lan Lan let us in.  We called ahead and Riley agreed to load the bark from your car to each of ours.  I think he’s probably doing that right now.”

“What do you want from me!?  Is this a set up!?”

I realized how paranoid I sounded only after the words escaped my mouth.  But why shouldn’t I be paranoid?  They seem perfectly nice, but this bark business is a rough trade.  I was getting in too deep. How can I claw out?

Griffin ambled down the stairs.

“Hey guys!  Do you have any treats?”

Griffin!  Where did she come from?

“Pet me!” she said to the strange woman. “And, do you have any treats?”

“You’ll have to excuse Griffin.” I said.  “She’s very…”

Griffin let out a loud cry before I could finish the sentence.

“Do you have any treats?  Will you pet me?”

Griffin seemed unfazed by their puzzled looks and lack of treats.  I looked at both of them and yawned. 

Griffin begging for treats.  No surprises here.

“Treats?  Please?  I haven’t had treats in months,” she pleaded.

I was about to correct Griffin and mention that she had several treats yesterday, and that our guests already said that they didn’t have treats.  But I let it go.

“I need more pets,” she said, angling her back into the guest's shin. “And do you have any treats?”

“We better get going,” the mustache man said. The lady with the long hair nodded and quickly packed her things.

We narrowly avoided a dicey situation, but it was just another day of living dangerously in the Cats and Catts house.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Orchid Room 2.0 -- The Chaos Before the Calm

Riley (left) and I would like to believe that we are entering the final phase of Orchid Room 2.0, but more work needs to happen.  We've completed the painting and are now in the process of putting things back together.  As I told my brother yesterday, it's like a plant store exploded in our house.  Trixie looked at the chaos yesterday and said something like "Where did we get all of this ... all of this ... stuff?" Bags of fertilizer, bags of crocking, bags of clay balls, bags of bark, bags of Styrofoam peanuts, plastic and clay pots, florescent lights, wire, and timers -- it looked fishy from a national security perspective (weapons of mass Dendrobium?) except for the trays of plants, copies of Orchids magazines, and cute kitties. 

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Kentucky Orchids

The Kentucky Orchid Show last weekend was a ton of fun.  The speakers were exceptional and the Saturday dinner was outstanding.  The orchids?  Top-notch.  Check out this display from the Greater Cincinnati Orchid Society.  The center plant is M. clowesii grown by Jim Lurton.  He was also showing an impressive Dor. pulcherrima (hv. champorensis) 'Highjack' and a Phal. celebensis in the same display. 

You can't go wrong with a white Cattleya, but this one ('Arctic Star') shown by the Central Indiana Orchid Society was a delight.  Clear white petals, lacey lip, and yellow in the throat -- wow!

Are you up for another one?  How about this Habaneria erichmichelii 'Pink Cloud' AM/AOS by New Vision Orchids: