By Vladimir Brezina
We didn’t have any great expectations for our Amaryllis this year. We didn’t treat it right. We didn’t treat it the way the books said to make it flower.
Yet a week ago, once again, it began to extend its long stalk. The stalk looked slender and fragile at first, and so we doubted still that the flower would amount to much.
But now at the end of the stalk, bending under the weight, Amaryllis has unfolded, all at once, three flowers, as if to assure us of its continued favor—