Isn't amaryllis a Christmas season flower? Guess no one told my blossom that. The pot was tucked away in our basement with some of the other plants, wintering over in the cool, dark corner. Its bud poked up out of dried out, ignored soil, a gift, a surprise of color.
This bright shout of red burst out at a time when the tease of warm days teeter-tottered with freezing temperatures. A glimpse of spring. Or is it a look backward to the cozy depths of winter?
The red lipstick smile from this blossom speaks its message: Bloom. Anytime. Anywhere. In spite of the season. Just bloom. And smile.
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