In which my orchid obsession is encouraged, and I am bemused.
My dear husband bought me my first orchid, and an orchid book to go with it. The book is inscribed, "For the love of my life, just because."
Naturally, I've read the book cover to cover and gotten out my other orchid book and re-read it cover to cover, and am now obsessing over all things orchid. I'm really quite good at obsessing about things and orchids are top of the line obsession material.
So, in response to one of my recent babbly monologues about orchids, my husband says to me, "It would be nice if you got into orchids. I'd subsidize you an orchid hobby." And he says to me, "You could make a greenhouse space in that spare closet," to which I responded "but that would end up taking over the whole bedroom then," and he replied, "Well, what's wrong with that? It would be warm and bright and nice."
And he says to me, as I am pondering going to the orchid vendors day at the botanical gardens, "You should go that - you'd have fun." And when I pointed out that I could not afford this thing, because I had already spent my spending money on orchid things, he says to me, "Well, you should go - you'd enjoy it, and you could get more orchids. I'll budget something for it."
I do love my husband dearly, and he does love me so very much, and apparently he also finds orchids quite lovely and is more then willing to live with many of them, and one shining truth is becoming more clear with every passing day that I obsess and he encourages me.
He has no idea how expensive this hobby can get.
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Originally Posted by AnnaEA
