The Strange Orchid, by H. G. Wells

The Strange Orchid By H.G. Wells The buying of orchids always has in it a certain speculative flavour. You have before you the brown shrivelled lump of tissue, and for the rest you must trust your judgment, or the auctioneer, or your good luck, as your taste may incline. The plant may be moribund or … Continue reading The Strange Orchid, by H. G. Wells →