I took an amaryllis bulb out of its dark closet hiding spot too soon. I was thinking I'd done so by accident, but the truth when I think about it is, I took it out thinking there was probably very little chance it would bloom. But I didn't throw it away for some reason, so my doubt could only have been partial. I watered it and stared at it long and hard from time to time as it put out leaves, healthy and defiant, and then a strong, sturdy stem.
Well then, here you are. Well then, here is something unexpected. Out of season and somewhat absurdly timed, but also right on time and belonging to a season of its own making.
I'm struggling to understand the timing of many things. When should this bulb or that herb or these seeds be planted, when should I water, when should I feed, when should I pinch or deadhead or cut back, when should I step back and wait?
I repotted lavender started in May and lined up the pots in little rows. We line up what we hope for and water and warm and wait. I research and I read and I ask and I learn, but so often it comes down to doing it somehow and seeing what happens. So much of it comes down to tangles and mistakes and bad timing and not enough or too much time, and doing it wrong in order to get it right later.
Or maybe put more simply, the allowing of a construction site, with all its mess and chaos.
There was a good, good while, I'm telling you things can be so, so good sometimes, standing in a sunny greenhouse calmly and slowly pulling succulent leaves from their stems to dry them and propagate them. One by one.