Our first amaryllis blooms are already withering away, becoming dried and dessicated. They remind me of those skirts Stevie Nicks used to wear, the ones that looked like they were made out of sheer scarves.
The blooms are still full of pollen and nectar, doing their best to procreate. Unfortunately for them, I've seen no errant bees in our flat.
While these blooms are withering, we still have more. Another plant is in full bloom now, and has a second flower stalk to boot; two more plants have buds that should bloom within the next week or so.
Sharing the kitchen windowsill with the amaryllis is this small glass heart, which I found a couple of weeks ago while walking Olga, partly buried in the dirt at the base of a street tree. It's a bit weathered but still in pretty good shape. Wonder what the story is there?