For years my grandmother propagated amaryllis lilies in south Georgia, trying to get one that was all white. She came very close. In 1976 she gave me a handful of bulbs and told me to plant them in light shade and take them up before frost, and they should bloom in a couple of years. So I did, and before long I had lovely white amaryllis lightly striped with pink! Then we had babies and those amaryllis fell by the wayside. Every so often I’m tempted by the bulbs in the greenhouse and currently I have several pots of them, and two are blooming!
I was looking thru my journals for ideas on what to make to take with me to Madrid and Barcelona later this month, and came across one I made in 2012. Slipped inside were two photos above of my grandmother’s amaryllis garden, and this poem:
1953 – 2012
Grandma had a fishpond, when I was very young. We fed the fishes oatmeal; they ate them, every crumb!
Grandma had a cow named Star, when I was four years old. She’d milk her every morning as I her tail would hold.
Grandma kept brown hens, when I was still quite small. We’d feed them corn and hunt their eggs, ‘neath the grape arbor so tall.
Grandma grew peace roses, when I was very young. They bloomed all round her white washed house and sheltered frogs and bugs.
There came a year the fish were gone, no lizards could be found. Every egg broke in the nest – it was a horrid sound.
Grandma said, “was snakes.” I never saw a snake.
Near 60 years have rolled away. I feel I’m still quite young. My brother has a fishpond; my niece keeps city hens. The world has yet a happy place, when we will let it in.