Nonfiction | September 01, 1988
The Slipper and Its Chamber
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Be they yellow, pink, white, or combinations thereof, the lady’s slippers are among those special wildflowers whose locations are whispered only to trusted people. It’s not just that they may be rare, but also that they look rare.
Indeed, wildflower enthusiasts are usually careful to catalogue, mentally at least, the locations of these largest of our orchids. One May, when I was looking for some yellows and pinks to photograph, I asked a couple of knowledgeable friends who immediately remembered where they had seen yellow lady’s slippers twenty years earlier. We went to the spot in deep moist woods and, sure enough, they were still there.
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