Friday, January 26, 2007
Here is my five-year old Amarylis - somehow, during the craziness of the first two winters of grief, I managed to keep it on its cycle and alive.
For those readers who may not understand the treatment needed for amarylis to bloom - the plant must be allowed to grow its green leaves throughout the summer and fall and when the leaves die, the pot and dry bulb go into a dark closet for the winter. In January/February, it moves out of the cupboard, begins to be gradually watered and moved slowly into full light.
I wish I had taken a picture when I brought it out of the pantry cupboard - it looked like a dried, dead bulb with half of its body poking out of the soil.
This is a beautiful specimen - tall and regal - eventually there will be four gorgeous blooms. At times, this plant has shot up another stem after the first blooming is over. Until this plant, I had never grown an amarylis that let me enjoy its display twice in one year.
I enjoy watching its daily changes - transformation - the miracle of nature.
Tonight my mother told me there are fat robins hopping around in her yard in Northern California. In Minnesota, we are a long way from Spring - amarylis and forced bulbs help to cure that longing for something to nurture. More pictures to come.