The Spiranthes and the Imago

One summer afternoon, as the sun was about to set, a tiny and beautiful butterfly came flying over a meadow where the most extraordinary flowers grow. The butterfly, tired from flying, landed on a strange, beautiful flower. The flower, strange beyond compare—at least to the butterfly—has a long, erect, and spiraling stem with tubular flowers arranged... Continue Reading →

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