It's true.

A number of pots I'd stuck there "in transit", and got no further with, chose to surprise me.

Anything I put in a pot surprises me by dying. Although, truly, it's not really that much of a surprise at this point!

Orchids live where lesser plants die.

Thats a pretty weed.

Trade ya' three local weeds for three orchids. :)

Throw in a bottle of Johnnie Walker an we'll consider it. LOL.

This one's not an orchid, but a creeper I'm leading into a frame over my back gate.

We call it an Alamanda here. We have them in yellow too.

Pretty.

Because I'm such a botanist, we call it "oooh, pretty pink flower" at my house. :D I admire yours and Lil's command of the planty lore.

They're close cousins.

Sounds similar to mechanic lingo. Parts suddenly become lists of interesting swear words when stubborn, or such wonderful phrases such as "thingamadoomer", "doomaflachy", etc.

It looks akin to what I know as morning glory. :shrug:

I sure wish dandolions would come into vogue. They do so well and I don't even plant them. :shrug:

My morning glory doesn't look anything like that, thank chrysanthemum.

I found a patch of these on the block this morning. It's a ground orchid which had climbed a grass stem for support. I didn't get a chance to photograph it for about an hour after picking (against M's kindle reader for contrast), and dug out a Yank cent coin for comparison.