And so it was that the Amarylis, having given us of it greatness and beauty, finally started to wither and die.
The sight fills me with the sadness that I dreaded when I first saw the plant at Christmas. I knew that it would have to die, and also that I could not provide the tropical environment which would enable it to grow leaves and build up its resources in the bulb again. I am no botanist.
So, watch with me as it's noble life ebbs away.
Maybe you will, as I do, shed a tear or two.
Oh dear - not so much Amaryllis as Was-a-ryllis.
Posted by: Cal | February 03, 2005 at 06:16 PM