Valentine’s Day comes with complex emotions for me. On the one hand, it’s my daughter’s birthday, so it’s filled with warm feelings, stretching back to the Boston Lying-In Hospital many years ago. On the other hand, it’s a celebration of romantic love, which has been sadly absent from my life since the last century; what’s endured instead are loving friendships, something different but marvelous in their own way — though, because of the complexities of my life, they’re maintained almost entirely electronically, while I get through my days in solitude, with only my plants for company.
Indoors, a big spathyphyllum (all glossy leaves and white arum flowers) and two waxed amaryllis bulbs (a recent present from a friend), one with white flowers, one with bicolor flowers (white striped with red), now coming to an end of their flowering. Outdoors, a winter riot of cymbidium orchids in many colors: the first one, bright yellow, anomalously came into bloom in November, thanks to some freakish fall weather; the others — pretty much covering the spectrum from (brownish) red through peach, orange, and yellow to (yellowish) white — began to flower, as normal, in January and are still coming into bloom, which will last until the hot dry weather of June.
And then, Holland Bulb Farms (in Michigan) sent me a sale notice: Valentine’s Day was over, and they still had a stock of their My Valentine waxed amaryllis collections (3 red cultivars: Hugs and Kisses, Be My Valentine, and Love Struck Picasso), so they were clearing them out at roughly 1/3 off (they’re living plants, and you can store them for a while, but it’s a long time till the next Valentine’s Day). Waxed amaryllis bulbs are little miracles of botanical technology, so they aren’t cheap, even at 1/3 off, but I so loved having the gorgeous flowers on my worktable to keep me company that I stretched my budget to give myself a Valentine’s Day present. (New frontiers in self-love, I guess.) Yes, it’s frivolous and extravagant.
The bulbs arrived yesterday. They’re now in a spot in my kitchen that’s warm and gets strong indirect sunlight, so that they can begin springing into life there (and then move to my worktable, where the light is weaker). Something I hadn’t expected is that their wax coatings are not just golden (like my previous two bulbs) but are fancifully colored, with a different pattern for each cultivar. Delightful.
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