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Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Just Another Day At The Albero Ranch
6 comments:
Anonymous
said...
So, its obvious that you have a green thumb. Enlighten me please. My lilies bloom once and then they are done. I pull the dead stems off, I fertilize, to no avail.
Are they amaryllis or lilies?(shows you how much I know)Either way,they are beautiful! I like Dusty Miller plants too,they attract all kinds of butterflies,which are fun to watch.
I do believe they are amarillis. The leaves are not long like my lillies. I found this poem....enjoy
Amaryllis
A flower needs to be this size to conceal the winter window, and this color, the red of a Fiat with the top down, to impress us, dull as we've grown.
Months ago the gigantic onion of a bulb half above the soil stuck out its green tongue and slowly, day by day, the flower itself entered our world, closed, like hands that captured a moth, then open, as eyes open, and the amaryllis, seeing us, was somehow undiscouraged.
It stands before us now as we eat our soup; you pour a little of your drinking water into its saucer, and a few crumbs of fragrant earth fall onto the tabletop.
6 comments:
So, its obvious that you have a green thumb. Enlighten me please. My lilies bloom once and then they are done. I pull the dead stems off, I fertilize, to no avail.
Of all the beautiful flowers in the world and we have to smoke a weed.
Soooo beautiful! I love lillies and they are so hardy.
Are they amaryllis or lilies?(shows you how much I know)Either way,they are beautiful!
I like Dusty Miller plants too,they attract all kinds of butterflies,which are fun to watch.
I do believe they are amarillis. The leaves are not long like my lillies.
I found this poem....enjoy
Amaryllis
A flower needs to be this size
to conceal the winter window,
and this color, the red of a Fiat with the top down, to impress us, dull as we've grown.
Months ago the gigantic onion of a bulb half above the soil stuck out its green tongue and slowly,
day by day,
the flower itself entered our world, closed, like hands that captured a moth,
then open, as eyes open,
and the amaryllis, seeing us,
was somehow undiscouraged.
It stands before us now
as we eat our soup;
you pour a little of your drinking water into its saucer,
and a few crumbs of fragrant earth fall onto the tabletop.
These flowers are beautiful!!!!!
Mine are all gone, I don't no what happened, but as soon as they bloomed the petals all fell off.
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