Do you remember when I planted up my three Amaryllis bulbs?
It was January 8th.
The above photo was taken twenty days later on January 28th.
Its been a source of enormous pleasure watching these bulbs grow.
Every day, a little taller.
Up, up, up.
Above photo, 9th February.
This is Amaryllis Red Lion in the lead.
It far outruns it's competitors Vera and Minerva in the race to take centre stage.
The first glimpse of that colour offers a delicious promise of what is yet to come.
Sweet suspense as I continue to watch and wait.
11th February and the flowers are getting ready for the show.
I continue to be entranced, to watch, wait and almost hold my breath in anticipation of the performance.
13th February and I decide to move Red Lion.
The windowsill where it has grown so tall suddenly doesn't seem safe.
Too near to Kid Level.
So I choose a tall shelf.
It will be safe here, and I'll be able to watch the show unfold.
Today :: 16th February and I am in the front row, gasping with pleasure and delight at the performance.
The sheer drama of this flowering beauty!
Rather tragically, the high shelf was not as safe as I had hoped.
Two of the eight flowers were removed before they could open.
One was knocked by me as I was repositioning Red Lion.
It fell heavily to the ground.
"*&X@$*^&!!!!!!!" (insert foul-mouthed expletives)
Another was carried carefully in little hands and solemnly presented to me.
"Mummy, this flower fell off. All by Itself."
Later, under scrutiny, we uncover the truth...
"Actually, it didn't come off by itself. Barbie knocked it."
Now these two fallen flowers are blooming in a small jar where we can watch close up.
It lifts my heart and soul to observe such colour and beauty.
Vibrant, radiant, intense colour on the greyest, wettest, most miserable of February days.