Sometimes, projects don’t go as planned.
Bulbs don’t grow at the same rate.
Sometimes, houseplants die in their containers. If the latter happens, put them on the compost pile where they can live again as Carol of May Dreams Gardens suggests during what she terms “houseplant season.”
Amaryllis don’t bloom. I have one amaryllis which hasn’t even grown. Bought three at the same time. Planted them in the same container. Had this fantasy of three, tall, green stalks topped with gorgeous, red flowers. It was a firm bulb. Still looks good, but it’s just sitting there, not moving, and not going according to my master plan. Frustrating, because I was going to photograph it for an article. As you can see, this container is so not article ready.
Sometimes, I know why. Other times I don’t. Nature is a mystery.
It follows its own rhythms kinda like Eddie Van Halen off on a guitar riff of his own making.
When I’m using plants for work projects, there are times when I feel like stomping my feet, but there’s not much I can do about it.
Perhaps, you wonder why am I sharing? There is so much sharing anymore, and some of it is so “TMI.” That’s “Too Much Information” if you’re older than twenty-five.
I’m sharing because, when nature hands you a curve ball next time, I want you to just think of me. Then, take a moment to have a good laugh because, like confession, it’s good for the soul.
I hope your holiday celebrations were full of joy. Ours were. On Christmas Eve, I watched my teens laugh and poke fun at each other in a rhythm of their own making too. They had the whole table full of adults laughing until their sides hurt. Mine did at least.
Everything and everyone on Earth have their own rhythms which can wander off into unexpected places. And, when they do, they may make beautiful music. Something to think about on this cool winter day even when the amaryllis won’t bloom.