There was a photo in the paper yesterday of tree pieces being cut up and removed from the roadway after a heavy windstorm the other day. My outside amaryllises, however, being used to a bit of breeze out there, somehow did just fine. It did help that they had an awning overhead and two outside walls of the house for shelter, but still. Not such a fragile plant after all, if you give it a little experience with the elements of life. These, even though they had buds starting to open that would easily catch like a sail the wider they got, gave way in the wind just enough to still stay upright and no more. I know–I was watching them nervously and debating bringing them in. But they seemed okay.
And then there was a green hummingbird at my tall one today! I was afraid to move, then finally reached for my camera, at which point it of course skittered away.
So I tried to get a picture to at least show you the flower it had gone to. At first, standing on my tiptoes with my arms held high over my head, I got this, which gave me a pretty good hummingbird’s-eye view as it zeroed in.
And then, looking up from ground level, this:
Well, okay, but I really wanted a good shot of that flower, so I tried standing 
We’re getting there.
Oh, and: my surgeon’s shawl is blocked, yarn ends run in and trimmed, and ready to go. The cashmere seems so fragile to me! I keep telling myself that all knitted up into a fabric like it is now is much different from testing a strand held taut to break it; the finished shawl has a greater strength and resilience than how the yarn alone immediately seems.