It isn’t snowing indoors

I don’t know what the weather is like in your neck of the woods, but it’s brutal here. Snow, snow and more snow. Not to mention that it’s –23 degrees centigrade outside too. Rather than post one of our many photos of this winter’s ongoing snow crop, I thought I’d share a recent picture John took of Amy, our amaryllis—yes, there is some color in the Great White North even if it happens to be indoors.
Amy usually blooms in a pair, but I decapitated her mate when I was aggressively organizing our recycling. This really upset me because it was just carelessness on my part (although her broken blossom did manage to open after I put it in a glass of water). Nevertheless, I was determined to find out whether or not there is such a thing as floral first aid, so I went straight to Wikipedia. It was there I discovered that Amy isn’t an amaryllis after all. Apparently she’s a member of the Hippeastrum family. But I don’t think I’ll rename her Hippy. Amy is much too elegant a lady for that.