I couldn’t stand to miss the blossoms unfurling to their full-open position, so I managed to wrangle the amaryllis over many winter miles so I could keep watching its progress.
So, now with the snow deep outside (or not so deep, depending on your personal gauge of these things), I continue to monitor its progress.
Even morning to nightfall, I see the change.
So, this is a late-day snap, and I now think there will be four trumpet-blooms, or at least that’s all I see now.
Should I feel guilty that I have no bees to send to the blooms?