But, in the meantime, there are signs of life inside.
I was afraid that I had permanently harmed my amaryllis last year. It spent its summer inside in a sunny window instead of outside in the garden. When the side shoots erupted, but the central bulb didn't, I was afraid that it didn't have enough stored energy to sprout. But, mid-week, this week, the center shoot erupted! You can see the grey-browns of winter outside. I am looking forward to a bright, red, cheery amaryllis.
Petunias delight me. I like their color, their smell, and their desire to bloom always. In some way, I am even charmed by their sticky little stems.
I bought myself a bouquet of color. It is the antidote to the brown-greys of winter and good medicine for the winter blues.
