You know how I often talk about gardening as a metaphor for hope and resilience? Well. Have I got a garden tale for you!
Last summer, I stuck my post-bloom amaryllis plants out in the garden for the season. My plan . . . was to let them do their thing in the summer sun, and then put them in a dark place to overwinter for a while before bringing them out in time to force-bloom for my post-holiday enjoyment. At the end of October last year, I stuck 6 amaryllis bulbs (still in their pots) in the garage, right next to the beer fridge.
And that was that.
And . . . that's where they stayed, actually. Because I never brought them into the house after the holidays. I completely ignored them. Didn't want to deal with them. Had no amaryllis bulbs in the house at all this year. (In fact, they're all still sitting in my garage, right next to the beer fridge.)
So imagine my surprise last weekend while I was scrambling around in the garage for my loppers . . . when I noticed one of the amaryllis bulbs sending up . . .
Talk about hope and resilience.
Despite my WORST neglect . . .
not a drop of water
every conceivable plant hardship
. . . this bulb is giving me a beautiful bloom! (With two more to come.)
And a reminder that we can, indeed, survive and thrive.
Even if the conditions are far less than ideal.
(. . . or overwintered in a dark garage, right next to the beer fridge.)