So what's happened here then? Have I constantly tended this pretty little plant, feeding it special, expensive orchid food
and watering it with smart water? Have I talked to it fondly or played it the type of music that I think that an orchid would like. It would have to be classical. Perhaps a bit of Rachmaninov.
Little Wren seems to have picked on the perfect plant for a non diligent gardener. All it's needed is a drizzle of water on the rare occasions that I remember and all that bright light in my sun room. She hit upon a plant that seems to thrive on the neglect that I lovingly can give!