Me, not so much, but I took hers on a temporary basis that seems to have become permanent. Kind of like the cat.
She had an amaryllis bulb which I perched on my sunny kitchen windowsill and tossed some water on every week, and it seemed perfectly content to sit there and send up green leaves.
A few weeks ago, it pushed up a stalk with a bud on it.
And it bloomed on the anniversary of my mother's death.
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