that is a beauty!! Good luck with it!
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This is a discussion on Bepi, more correctly Eyv Femme Fatale within the Orchids of Other Genera IN BLOOM forums, part of the Orchid Photography category; The parentage is Encyclia x Brassavola , making the Eyv ( Encyvola ? ).( and ...
The parentage is Encyclia x Brassavola , making the Eyv ( Encyvola ? ).( and not one of the usual Brasso's either ) A super plant with four flowering growths, costing only one arm, and one leg... but hey its only money , and when its gone its gone ( same applies to me in my 9th decade....)
Bought at London Orchid Show at the week-end, and now stripped and wired to a mini log and hanging in my greenhouse where it will flourish like mad.I believe it is pushing out new roots already ! ( I wish)
that is a beauty!! Good luck with it!
Fascinating, Geoff. The RHS is really making a hash of the hybird names these days. I just posted an Epicattleya that they're re-named "Catcyclia" - honestly - I don't think they have enough real work to do there. Makes me feel sometimes like they're reading "Jabberwocky" and letting the "momeraths outgrabe."
Unique hybrid Geoff !
In this case, I think both the RHS and the DNA researchers are (relatively) blameless. Encyclias were re-separated from Epidendrums about 30 years ago, by my reckoning. Apparently the RHS did not catch up with that change until around 2000, for some reason. Epidendrum phoeniceum shows up in AOS awards as late as 1994, and Encyclia phoenicea as early as 1979. There is one AOS award to the grex to date, an AM to the clone 'BJ'.
These plants are wonderful growers and bloomers. After awhile it's like...you again?! lol I love them all...and yours is no exception! Very pretty!
As for the RHS, Royal Botanical Gardens, Kew, the DNA reseachers, or whatever other contingent you might include in the taxonomy hierarchy, all I can say is that the current naming of many orchid species and hybrids has caused me personally to have to learn at least three different taxonomical systems in order to identify any particular orchid "correctly." Whatever the science and/or rationale behind a particular identification scheme, the end result, in my own admittedly insignificant opinion, is an unnecessary level of confusion.
It's difficult enough to learn how to grow these things - identifying them is overtaxing my aging, and most probably, disappearing, little grey cells!
Boston ? Oh dear, what can anyone say. It may turn out to be some of your college kids, gone one stage further than walking into a school carrying two machine guns ( on this side of the pond we simply cannot understand the American attitude to gun law ). Or as we all suspect, Al Qaida or some home grown equivalent, strikes again.
I am sad that this is a problem which is going to persist for many, many years to come, I fear. How can we - the people of the Western world, brought up in a Christian country even if as adults we are atheists, agnostics or antireligionists, how can we deal with people who have absolutely no respect for human life and happiness ; who can plan to destroy innocent people, and care not a jot that they die themselves ?
They have - so they say - this belief that if they do this, as long as it has harmed the West - USA or Britain in particular, they will spend the rest of the time until eternity in some Nirvana, smoking pot, and surrounded by 72 virgins - which btw shows how far advanced they are towards accepting our ideas that men and women were created equal.
Which reminds me of a day I spent in a Buddhist University in one of the Shan States some years ago, when I debated with a monk, who assured me that women were inferior, and were necessary in the proper order of the universe ; then if you need to come back in the next life and learn humility, you can be reborn as a women... thatís when I went off the idea of Buddhism, but as I say , thatís another story.
4 am - sleep hard to come by - worries as to what the surgeon will say when I return with my eye problem next month ( probably over-rated worries, its just a weeping wound from earlier surgery, almost a year ago ) and about my wife, who will be in a wheelchair when go to the Mediterranean next month. Old age - I donít recommend it.
Easy enough for you to say when your life at a very respectable number of decades includes the vitality which with you have infused it.
I imagine that you, of all people, will recognize these lines:
The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.
Written, as you know, by a brilliant, self-pitying Welsh poet who decided to put an end to his life with alcohol in his late 40s. Senseless tragedy and waste, but no blame for it can be attributed to various and sundry evil-doers.
Since Phillip's death at the shockingly young age of 52, I have struggled with my faith (small "f"). Whereas I have been trained and educated (some might say "over-educated") to ask the questions, ruminate over the plausible answers, keep an open mind, travel and become familiar with non-Western schools of thought enough to realize the universe was created neither around me nor around Western civilization, none of these skills has been of the least use in surviving without my most beloved companion.
In my, as you say, "young" life (and I have already outlived Dylan Thomas), I have survived a respectable number of life's misfortunes; this, undoubtedly, is the worst yet. I am not thrilled by having a fresh new disaster to survive. And yet, I have had the great good fortune to have known many people, and to have read many great works written over the ages, all of which has given me a collective set of tools for dealing with the unthinkable. First, I believe there is an Order to the Universe, and I, thank heavens, am not in charge of it. Second, we are all products of many influences over which we have had no choice - our genetics, our environment during the most crucial years of development, our access to education, to name but a few. Third, it is a luxury for me to have been born where, when, and to whom I was - and it is that luxury that allows me to ponder the mysteries of what sort of mental illness, malevolence, or misguided heroism might have inspired the perpetrators of this particular crime against humanity, as well as so many others, both in recent and distant memory.
I regard aging as a mixed blessing these days, and the grace with which one ages is, in my case, anyway, very much within my own purview. I despise that my mental acuity has been so compromised over the past 15 years or so; I despise that my stamina, both physical and mental, is completely out of step with my enthusiasms; but I treasure each moment that brings unexpected delights my way. In my youth, I had nothing but expectations and, therefore, a great deal of disappointments, and I had no awareness of all the blessings surrounding me. Indeed, I am a great believer that "youth is wasted on the young" - yet, can you say the same of aging? That it is wasted on those who age?
As for the inferiority of women, ask any woman whether she is inferior to a man. "Nuff said", as we say in Boston.