Tuesday's orchid

After a broken night's sleep, the day too was fairly fragmented.  Listening to the news, at intervals,  now makes me feel that I'm hallucinating... of course, if only all these reports of economic chaos were simply fevered dreams, and not real changes with painful impacts on nearly everyone in the UK except for the ultra-rich.
Anyway; enough of that, for now. At the end of the day I was drawn to looking at a small orchid on my study windowsill, its emerging buds outlined against the still-green foliage in the garden.  This one was given to me by a friend years ago, and I forget its name every year, in between flowering periods. So I'll be looking it up again soon.