My first Amaryllis bloomed today. It's a beautiful candy-striped variety named 'Minerva' that I picked up in the discount bin our our local garden center a few weeks ago. It was on sale because it had already started to sprout and wouldn't make the best holiday gift plant if it bloomed before Christmas. So there it sat with other early premature bloomers, marked down to $5 a bulb.
Willie grew on a table next to one of our dining room windows, and provided inspiration for countless hours of juvenile entertainment around the dinner table. I haven't been able to look at an Amaryllis with a straight face since.
Our Little Acre. Kylee and I bonded immediately over our love for gardening, photography and writing and I now consider her one of my closest friends. The reason I'm bringing her into this sordid story, is because Kylee is a bit of an Amaryllis aficionado. In her own words, she's loved Amaryllis as long as she's been gardening. I can't remember exactly how many bulbs she grows every year, but it's many more than a handful. I've been tempted to make the four-hour trip just to see them in bloom.
You have to try Amaryllis!