fter almost six weeks of patient waiting, our amaryllis has finally opened. It is a welcomed patch of color in this drab time of winter. The trees are bare, there is no snow. Yet inside our home this masterpiece blooms.
I know it’s not an original idea to view flower bulbs as little miracles. How could they not be regarded as such? They start out looking like a dried up onion that you would toss if you found it in your pantry. Set it on some rocks, give it a little water and wait. In this case, all I had to do was remove the vase from the box and add two thirds a cup of water – how precise! And voila, my own little miracle.
I don’t know how long it will last. I see signs of another small bud emerging from the bottom, but don’t know enough about them to know if that will bloom as well this time around. I am content watching this bloom open little by little.
I’m thinking I must have quite a dull life to take such delight in one flower. But that’s okay. I have what I need. What more could I want?