I kept mine on my desk in the basement- not planted, but in the box and ready to go should I ever be stricken with a green thumb. I wasn’t. I worked in a plant nursery once, but never really got too excited over the idea of having a garden, though I’m sure that will change when I get my own space.
Anyway, my sister (aka “Plant Grrl”) came over today and on her way out asked if I’d planted the amaryllis, since hers had already sprouted.
I tore down the stairs to the study, to discover the bulb partially swathed in a tangle of roots, a thick green shoot arcing gracefully out of the brown bulb. Yikes! So I planted it.
It took all of 5 minutes, and it struck me as strange that I never thought to do it before. Soaking the planting material in a cup of water until it separated and fluffed up into a kind of soil. I patted the brown clumps around the bulb like tucking in a child, the pale green shoot leaning to the light. Now it’s sitting on the windowsill waiting for another sunny day to bring it further out of its shell.
Winter isn’t over yet but already there is a sort of fresh feeling- of growing things and green tastes. Part of me is sad that I missed the snowboarding season this year, but glad that soon I can take my bike out of the garage and take it for a spin.
Simplicity is bliss.