My amaryllises are still going strong, but I think this may be their last hurrah for the year. The three bulbs have been providing cheer continuously since the beginning of December. I’m not generally a great lover of red but the weather has been cloudy and I’ve really been enjoying the different shades of red and the way the light plays on the petals.
One of the simple joys of the just past mid-winter season is when my dad’s Pink Perfection camellias bloom. Somehow they appeal to me most on the darkest wettest days…like they are saying “neeener-neeener” to the winter weather.
These bushes are over 60 years old. My father, now in his early 80’s, worked for the local green house company when he was in high school and they were experimenting with camellia’s for corsages. Because the blooms are so delicate and bruise so easily they were not deemed a good commercial idea and they tore out the bushes. Ever the scavenger, Dad brought them home and planted them. They have been abused and battered by winter storms for over sixty years, yet every year they put forward gorgeousness in the midst of dank grey. Just when I need it most!
I looked into it a bit last year and learned that my zygocactus, also known as schlumbergera, is a Thanksgiving or crab sort, not a Christmas cactus (hence it is about done blooming). Mine also tends to flower in spring, often around Easter, and sometimes again in summer. I guess it likes the bay window.
Rosemary seems to bloom most of the year around here. Not sure why, since it is a Mediterranean plant. You’d think it would want more heat. Maybe the rain confuses it into thinking that it is always spring.
The closer one looks at moss the more fascinated one becomes…at least if the one is I. I can imagine a “Horton hears a who” story taking place on these tiny worlds tucked into the nooks of my dwarf apple trees.
The moss on my apple trees was catching the low angle of November’s light when I got home from walking the dogs this morning.