My dearest Johnny had an orchid waiting for me upon our arrival to Louisville, our pit-stop before Morgantown. It was beautiful, well I should say is beautiful. In August, it blossomed and then the petals fell. I was walking it out to the garbage when John stopped me. "We can nurse it back to health," he stated. And he has. Our little 'love orchard' has re-blossomed and is in full bloom, just like our love!