Years ago, I had a lovely amaryllis that I planted just after Christmas. I placed it in a southern facing window in my house in Nebraska and waited for it to bloom, sure in the knowledge that when it did bloom, I would have a baby in my arms. To be exact, it was 14 years ago and the baby in question arrived right on time for the bloom. I’ve been thinking of that as I watch this amaryllis, which is coming along quite nicely, as you can see.
I will not have a baby when the amaryllis blooms, though I will have a 14 year old, a fact that is somewhat unbelievable and incredibly handy when a foot of snow has fallen.