It is a silent, shared meditation. No phones (except for one photo). No loud music. Just the scent of vanilla and the sight of a star made flesh.
And for those who have seen her bloom, it is worth every sleepless hour. Doris Lady of the Night
The name "Doris" suggests a personal tribute. Was Doris the wife of the botanist? A lost love who was "beautiful, but only present in the dark hours?" The records are frustratingly incomplete. What is known is that cuttings of Doris were passed around through cactus clubs in the 1960s. She never became a commercial success because you cannot ship a night-blooming flower to a supermarket; you can only share a cutting with a friend. It is a silent, shared meditation