I had an amaryllis outside with a bud that was just starting to open when the stalk got blown over. I expected it to recover and come back upright, but no; its reaction was, fine with it; bloom where you are face-planted.
But since the flowers were hiding on the far side of the picnic table where nobody could see it from inside the house, I cut it and brought it in where it could brighten up the room and not just keep to itself.
Meantime, today, Nancy, instigator extraordinaire who talked me into taking handspinning and dyeing classes years ago, stopped by today with flowers and chocolate. She’s also the one who knit the circle shawl for me to give away to whomever that turned out perfect for one of my doctors, who loved it.
