Every year about now the native orchids appear in the carpet of moss and detritus of the forest floor.
They are little sparks of purple leaping out of the otherwise green of the floor.
They are so small that if they weren’t so brilliantly colored it is doubtful that anyone would see them.
Every year about now I go and see how many new portraits of orchids I can add to my collection from previous years.
This year was pretty good.