Each Christmas, T gives me an amaryllis bulb. It’s a happy treat for the quiet Winter season and I eagerly anticipate the year’s bulb. I planted it last week and now its part of my morning landscape, as I check out the progress each day.
This corner of the living room gets plenty of morning light and the warmth of the sunrise. There’s inspiration in the form of the neighborhood plants. And then there is me, rooting on the bulb as my happy harbinger of the Spring to come.
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