About 40 years ago I was given an Orchid plant. It was an Australian Native King Orchid and was a piece broken off from my grandmother's beautiful plant which flowered profusely in the Spring.
Now I need to tell you this little bit of information - I have always considered myself to have "Green fingers" or "Green thumbs", and if you haven't heard those terms, then I'll explain that I think I am reasonably good at gardening and most things grow well for me:
I have even won a couple of prizes for my gardens!
I only had my piece of orchid plant for a couple of years and it hadn't grown enough to flower before we moved house. It was an interstate move south, about 800 kilometres, and I had about 40 pot plants that I wanted to take with me. I put my orchid in a pot and duly had all the plants sprayed and certified suitable for moving to our new location.
My pot plants thrived and multiplied in the new climate.
My orchid looked very healthy, but it didn't produce any flowers.
Thirteen years later when we moved again, I whittled my number of pot plants back down to about 40 again (I told you they multiplied) ready for the move to another State 1600 kilometres away. My orchid of course went with me. We rented for two years so I didn't have my own garden, but my pot plants thrived, but still my orchid didn't flower. The next move was just across town and my 40 pot plants plus my orchid went to our new house. They all loved their new environment, but the orchid didn't flower.
By the time we moved again eleven years later, I needed to reduce my pot plants back down to about 40 again and they and my orchid moved 80 kilometres south to our beautiful retirement home.
By this time I had accumulated LOTS of orchids and they loved our new courtyard.
There were delicately coloured ones:
They flowered profusely ...
Each little part of the flower spike is a tiny little white orchid: