From 173a8da1fa0e4918c28eee4fc75955554e964b67 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: ubuntu Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2022 10:45:08 -0800 Subject: [PATCH] automated commit from wiki --- 2022-02-12.md | 12 ++++++++++++ 1 file changed, 12 insertions(+) create mode 100644 2022-02-12.md diff --git a/2022-02-12.md b/2022-02-12.md new file mode 100644 index 0000000..8ae1faa --- /dev/null +++ b/2022-02-12.md @@ -0,0 +1,12 @@ +[from daily respite](https://dailyrespite.substack.com/p/february-12-2022) + +> Yesterday I said that I have no idea how to overwinter amaryllis bulbs, but this is only partly true. I know what you’re supposed to do, I just don’t have a very good track record at it. +> Back at the start of the pandemic, when everyone was hoarding yeast and stockpiling seeds, I decided to try again. I let the greens die back and put the pots in a dark corner of the basement. +> Where they sat, forgotten, until more than a year later when my beloved came up from the basement holding three sad pots of crinkled empty nothingness. +> “Can I please throw these outside?” she asked. +> I surrendered to the inevitable, and out they went. +> Fast-forward to summer. We were in the middle of a heatwave. I was standing at the kitchen window when I spotted something bright red sticking out of our brush pile in the woods. Was it a cardinal? No, it looked more like a flower. But I hadn’t planted anything over there. Unless… +> Yes. Those dead bulbs had miraculously come back to life and were in full bloom. On the brush pile, in the woods. + +In its less metaphorical sense, I have always preferred planting [bulbs](#bulbs) to seeds. We talk a lot metaphorically about the seeds of an idea. Are the long-running interests of one's life bulbs? +