Phyllis, the Amaryllis


Every new start has to begin somewhere, I just never thought mine would be in the Trash Room.

The first member of my new West Coast starting-from-scratch plant collection was a cast-off holiday plant someone was throwing out when we were in corporate housing. At first, I left it alone. I wanted my first plant acquisition to be special! But after a few trips to get rid of the gift wrapping refuse, I just couldn’t leave her there any longer. (Kind of like puppy eyes at the pound, I guess). And I’m pretty sure I’ll always remember this amaryllis from our first Christmas in California.

I couldn’t resist naming her, of course. Meet Phyllis.
(The tag claims she’s typical red, but I would swear her spent blooms – still attached when thrown away – look pink. Nice!)