A great inception and its ineluctable demise. How beauty or anything will come to fruition and go to dust. I love your indulgence of the whole event--almost like it only lasted a day, or even a magical glimpse of much less time passed by. Thanks for sharing.
Donna, from such sensitive handling of the pistil wooed and venerated to the savored bouquet of the carpel nectar, I read with admiration the precision, the diction, of the poetic language that gives such life and beauty and presence to this treasured orchid. -gene.