My Uncle Bill loved Amaryllis'. He bought a bulb every Christmas season and we'd watch to see if it would bloom before Christmas. When we moved to Hardin, he began bringing us a bulb each year. One for us and one for "Grams." We all loved watching them.
Uncle Bill died the day Arielle was born...obviously, years ago. I found myself this year missing him, those days when we lived in Hardin, the brief time when Mom and Dad came home and lived there before Grams passed away.
Michael came home one day in November with an amaryllis bulb. We kept it moist and watched as it grew and then began to bud. It didn't bloom by Christmas - but look - a bit of color.
I don't think any bloom could be watched for and waited for more eagerly than this one has been.
|Dec 30th - getting close!|
|Jan 2nd - I think we're going to get four blooms|