Back before Christmas I began looking into the old cupboard in the garage to see how the pots of amaryllis were faring on their road to dormancy. I grabbed a few and threw them in a bag, brought them home, and then shoved them under the table because suddenly I had people coming over! And in that bag under the table they have remained until yesterday.
Now it sounds much more cruel than it actually is for the sleeping bulbs. They thrive on benign neglect. Sort of. As I was cleaning them up last night I realized I hadn't re potted, or even added new soil, to any of these pots for at least three years. Some of them, I'm afraid, had never been top dressed at all! These are the things a lazy gardener does. I mean, they grow so nicely all Summer long, the last thing I think they need in the Winter is to have little more attention than a good watering. They (almost) always perform for me, so the least I could do is to give them some new dirt to help energize these guys! Right?
Man, sometimes I'm a real jerk to my plants.
|And here they are! Direct from their bag kicked beneath the dining room table. Everyone needed cleaned up a bit, from the leaves in the dirt to the layers of papery skin surrounding the bulbs.|
|This poor little dude had some of the worst soil ever. He was, however, still showing patches of green. He's still alive!|
|Much better. The pots are clean, the soil is refreshed, and the gravel makes everything tidy. Now to sit back and wait. Sometimes they bloom for me during the winter, and sometimes they surprise me by blooming in the summer. Either way I'm happy. I should probably try to remember to grab the rest of the pots from the garage this weekend.|