“Those Purple Flowers are orchids.”

Orchids? Perhaps they were, not having the knowledge to confirm or deny the observation, there was no comment to be made. Once, in schoolboy days, a walk through a neighbouring wood had brought the discovery of a clump of white orchids, delicate flowers that might have been crushed by the footsteps of a careless youth. In memory, the fragile white blooms looked different from the purple flowers, but maybe the memory was deceptive, or maybe orchids differ in shape and size.

Of course, somewhere there …