Amaryllis Hostage Crisis: the Final Chapter
Well, the Amaryllis made its desperate Leap to Freedom one too many times. Even with the shoelaces, stake, and skewers holding it back, we still found it lying on the table the other morning. Finally Judy rummaged around and found a tall pitcher we have not used in a long time (a wedding present, actually).
That pitcher has made a nice new home for the Amaryllis, a home where it is not subject to being strung up with shoelaces. Of course, we had to remove the stems from the bulb, but so far the Amaryllis seems perfectly content as a cut flower.
Now that the hostage crisis is over, I’ve been looking more closely at the Amaryllis flowers. At the risk of being labeled a chronic complainer (the label would be accurate), I have to say this: I’m not really so crazy about this Amaryllis. I think I’d prefer the kind we usually get, which is a big single bright red one.
If it’s not one thing, its another.