i've had many orchids. after the blossoms fade, there is the little plant. i save them, and i try. every few days i carry them all to the shower and bathe, fertilize, talk to them. none have blossomed again, until now. i've been watching the buds get fatter for weeks. i moved it recently to the bathroom where i can see it so many times a day and feel the changes. this morning, the first bud began to open.
that last sentence is maybe the closest i can come to saying something about last night.