I'm a murderer -- at least when it comes to house plants. I used to have a wonderful green thumb, but when I moved to Connecticut in 2003, none of my plants moved with me and I never got back in the habit of having house plants. My current house doesn't have great sun for houseplants anyway. Anything that comes into my house quickly dies before the week is out.
Fast forward to April 12th. I've had this orchid in my house for a month and it still looks gorgeous. Even my good friend Linda is surprised every time she comes over and sees that it's still alive. I have learned the ice cube trick. I'm feeling the green love. Maybe there's hope for me yet.