As soon as I saw this entrancing orchid, an artist came to mind…
My grandfather knew her pretty well and mentioned her in a letter as, clearly not a friend but an acquaintance whose complaints must be endured.
My guess is that, had I met her —and at age 6, I might have but didn’t —I would have regarded the artist as a fearsomely unpleasant presence, but eons later, I treasure the art.
So here you go, Ma’am. It’s not good enough for you, but you made me do it.
