Mother's Day memory

The flowers are gradually falling from the beautiful japanese orchid which my eldest daughter, Holly, sent me for Mother's Day. The flower heads are almost like little, delicate creatures - every one is slightly different; they catch the light in a unique way and it seems to shine out from inside their velvety folds.

I reckon the orchids will last maybe another month so it's going to be a long, colourless time before I get any replacements.