AlisonH
My dad mailed me amaryllis bulbs every December, and sent me home with six monster bulbs a year ago November when we were there celebrating my parents’ anniversary.
It would be his last time.
The first of those just opened up again today despite being outside while the nights are cold. It is white, and planted in a red pot, one of the nicest I have.
It’s like a bright wave hello from him every time I look up.
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Enjoy!
I’m wearing one of my dad’s sweaters – it’s like getting a hug.
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