Good morning!
It’s Tuesday, and my very last amaryllis has been in a mad dash to bloom before the month is over. This one didn’t come with a name, so I’ve been calling her Scarlet.
“Why the big rush?” I finally asked her this morning.
“Well,” she said, “I’d feel silly blooming in April when everyone else is outside oohing and aahing over the daffodils.”
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