Waiting for Spring
Every year around Christmas my mom gives me an amaryllis bulb. I plant it in a pot and place it on my kitchen windowsill and forget about it, aside from the occasional watering. It usually starts blooming at the very moment when I am completely and totally sick of winter and the cold, and can't wait one more second for Spring to arrive.
Three of its four blossoms have opened and this morning I moved the pot to the dining room where the sun danced through the petals beautifully. I can almost pretend that spring is upon us and it isn't 9 below zero, with the wind chill factored in. Amaryllis = the perfect panacea to the winter blahs.
Thanks, Mom!
4 comments:
The color of your amaryllis is my favorite. My mom also used to always give me one at Christmas. She's been gone 5 years now so I bought one for myself. I potted it and watered it - no bud, no blooms, just leaves. So I bought a beautiful orchid plant that has just now lost its last flower. Makes me think of Hawaii. Bask, bask... in front of the warm crackle of Vermont hardwoods burning. Spring is still far away here.
Lynne Croswell
My Mom always -- and I mean always -- tries to get her Christmas amarylli to rebloom. They never do, no matter how elaborate the instructions and how assiduously she follows them. I am, though, always charmed by her optimism.
Mine is in bloom, too. Now, the daffodils and snowdrops are starting to bloom outside.
I forgot to get one this year... bummer... brrr...
but yours is gorgeous!
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