An ode to my mom

When I was a kid my mom grew an amaryllis every winter.  I like to carry on the same tradition.   I’m sure that to many the type of person who grows amaryllis in their home is the same person who lives with 6 longhair rescue cats (and sleeps in the bed with them), watches HSN (occasionally splurging on a cubic zirconia penant), and grocery shops in flannel pajama pants and moccasins.  But I am not quite this person.  At least not yet.  I was just always fascinated (and still am) by the amount of growth that can come from one seemingly lifeless, shriveled bulb.  So at the risk of looking like ‘that’ person, here is my 2009/10 effort.

January 29th, 2010
remarks by justin