Basho, the poet, wrote a haiku that said, " The temple bells go quiet but the sound comes out of the flowers." The amaryllis this year have a temple bell quality. They are so huge they seem almost vocal. Some of them are striped and at least one is house -of- ill- repute red. I call her Miz Scarlett. She is in the back of the more conventional fleurs and is opening slowly, teasingly slowly.
Since I never planted any of these belles, I am just a spectator to their show.
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