Three years ago a good friend of Mark passed away. We went to his memorial, and on the way out Troy's partner handed Mark one of the orchids that were placed around for the occasion. As usual, Mark took it home and left it out in the yard to join the rest of his doomed plants. One day I was tossing out a bunch of dried up plants and I came across the orchid. It still had one green leaf so I took it out to the front yard and wedged it in the crotch of the big live oak tree. It blew down a few times, and I repeatedly stuffed it back in the tree crotch. Finally it grabbed onto the rough bark of the oak and started growing. This year, just in time for the third year anniversary of Troy's death, it sprouted flowers. Now every time I come in and out of the front gate, I think of Troy. He was a bit of a character, but he was alright. I know Mark misses him.