One of my fondest memories from my childhood in Puerto Rico was visiting my uncle Rafael and aunt Laura.
Rafael was my mother’s oldest brother, and Laura was his wife. By the time I was born they were ancient (at least in my eyes) and spent their lives in tranquil leisure. Laura was a very skilled orchid aficionada and had a covered, shaded section of her back yard dedicated to cultivating her prize orchids. Dozens of beautiful orchids enchanted the visitor to Laura’s home.
Alas, had the Fish and Wildlife Service known about her, they would have busted her.
