I stopped to stare at some buckets of flowers at a farmers market last Sunday. The white flowers, their throats speckled purple and yellow and grouped together on stalks like a candelabra, looked almost like orchids. But there’s no orchid that showy that could be harvested in such quantities in a cold-winter climate.
Buckets and buckets were overflowing with these flowers; even an average-size greenhouse couldn’t supply that many orchid blossoms at once.