by CKR
I couldn't resist. I bought an enormous amaryllis bulb today. The racks of tulip, daffodil, hyacinth, crocus, and many other little bulbs were like a penny candy store. I restrained myself by reminding myself I will have to plant them (and it's windy today, supposed to get worse over the weekend), but I am imagining five or six clumps of beautiful flowers for the spring, culminated by a multicolored exuberance of tulips.
And there were small wooden crates of amaryllis wealth, the bulbs so fat and happy, promising flowers in the dead of winter. My mother grew amaryllis, which bloomed almost every year. My father bought the plants about to flower, and then my mother tended them for the next year. So I couldn't resist. This is how it looks today: no new leaves at all; the tips of the new leaves were smashed on the bulbs that had them, and I want mine perfect. And I'll document its growth for WhirledView's audience.
