A season . . .

To everything there is a season . . .

To most people amaryllis mean Christmas - those big red trumpets nestled in an evergreen centerpiece.

I've had mine for several years - the first time they bloomed, I cut the stems off and let them die down as instructed, then stuck them in the fridge and brought them out in November. But they have gradually reverted to their natural growing pattern. After leaving them out all summer, I got tired of taking them inside and dealing with the floppy leaves and just stuck the pots next to the wall. They stayed there all winter, then started with a green bud in early April. This year I let them dry out and stuck them in the greenhouse - unheated this year to save oil.

They LOVED it.

I think they love blooming at their normal time.

A little bone meal is fed when the leaves come out. Then, they go outside.

Happy Spring!!

Love, Linda