Shopping for spring bulbs in October, I was seduced by
pictures of amaryllis blooms. Dreamy pink-and-white “Apple Blossom,” sprightly
red-and-white “Minerva” – what a combo to send a plant-loving brother for Christmas!
I bought them and tucked those scaly dry bulbs away in
the basement in brown-paper bags, confident about what would happen next. In
December, I’d nestle them into a parcel that would arrive at my brother’s place
in Alberta for the holidays. Then, planted and watered, they’d sprout, thrive
and flaunt beautiful flowers for him in January.
What, then, were those green things sticking out of
the bags when I came to assemble his Christmas parcel last week? Bent,
contorted, swooping anywhere but straight up, were thick green protuberances
more than a foot long, with buds on top. Without the prescribed pot, potting
soil, water or even light, those bulbs had sprouted and were racing toward the
finish line!
They were too fragile for a trip to Alberta and besides,
their odd shapes would make planting them a pain. I replaced them with plain
red – very dormant – amaryllis bulbs from the local hardware store.
As for my two misshapen, misbehaving leftovers, I’ll find
a way of supporting their dogged drive to burst into pink and red blossoms. They
surprised me and upset my plans, but in times like these, they also seem to send some kind of message about the value of sheer determination.
The seductive "Apple Blossom" photo. Given its treatment, I hope the real thing has enough strength to produce blooms like this. |
The "Minerva" looks bright and snappy. I thought it would be a nice contrast with my other choice. |
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