Earlier this week, I went up into the hills behind our flat to see if the local orchids had been squelched by the drought. To my delight, I found they had not — at least four different species were happily blooming.
This is one of my favorites: the Naked Man Orchid, Orchis italicus.
It’s also called the Wavy-leaved Monkey Orchid, for reasons I cannot fathom. That name is neither memorable nor as perfectly descriptive. But once you’ve learned to identify a Naked Man Orchid, you’ll probably never forget it.
Of course, the man-parts are a wee bit exaggerated, which I suppose is why somebody called it a monkey. But monkeys don’t have the wild hairdo, or the condom stashed in the tiny back pocket.