Amaryllis week 5

IMAG0711[1]The flower stalk is almost taller than the ruler which means that in the last week the amaryllis has grown 18cm.  I suspect there will be another week of growth before the flower bursts open.  The photos also show increasing daylight outside (all taken at the end of the working day) although the flash on the plant makes the background look darker than it really is.

Amaryllis week 4

Amaryllis week 4The amaryllis is really gaining momentum now and this is clearly a flower bud – hooray! I was afraid that it might come up blind as I didn’t repot the bulb last year but it’s forgiven me and is going to flower anyway.

Amaryllis week two

amaryllis2This is the amaryllis (or hippeastrum as my mother tells me) in its second week.  It is making progress but slowly at the moment.  This one lives in my office; I have another at home which seems to have decided not to flower this year.  The home amaryllis has huge and floppy leaves but no sign of a flower bud.

Amaryllis: the beginning

Amaryllis shoot and ruleThis is a series of photographs that I have wanted to take for some time. The amaryllis is now in its fourth year and I am fascinated by the speed with which it grows from nothing to a magnificent, towering flower. Today, the first shoot is just peeking above the bulb.

This week’s blessings

Granny square blanket  This week I am grateful for…

  1. Friends: Last Friday we had a celebration and thanksgiving for Dinah. The crematoriam chapel was so full that people were standing around the edges. The eulogies from friends and family reflected Dinah’s thoughtfulness; her creativity; her sensitivity and her wit. Her coffin was beautiful, made of cream felt with an embroidered  label for her name and dates.  Dinah had chosen music that expressed not only her personality (“I was Born under a Wandering Star”) but sent her final messages( “The Rose”). Also, the day provided a chance to catch up with many, many friends
  2. Completion: I finished the crochet blanket that I was making.  It’s full of mistakes but I think it ‘s turned out OK.
  3. Autumn: I don’t remember many autumns that have lasted as long as this one.  There are still traces of green on many trees and even though we have had strong winds recently, trees are holding on to their leaves.  Crimsons and oranges are increasing in intensity and each day contains heart-stopping moments of colour.  When I flew back into Leeds-Bradford a couple of weeks ago every tree seemed to be standing in a little pool of gold.

Happy this week

Demostration in Montreal
  1. Interesting rather than happy…. I didn’t do a ‘happy’ post last week because I was away at a conference in Montreal.  The theme of the conference was ‘Multiculturalism and Dialogue’ and the highlight was a lecture by Tariq Modood of Bristol University. As I was walking to catch the airport bus I encountered the demonstration in the photograph: Muslim Quebecois demanding their rights to wear headscarves.  Favourite banner:  “Judge me by what is in my head, not what’s on my head”. This illustrated something about the multiculturalism of Montreal but I’m not sure what.
  2. Coming home (even with jet lag).
  3. Spending this afternoon in the sunshine on race duty at Denholme Sailing Club followed by the AGM, fireworks and a pie&pea supper.

Counting blessings

Autumn treeMy friend Dinah ‘went home’ (her words) just over a week ago.  She was only in her early sixties but died in beauty and happiness. Here are some of the things that made me happy this week.

  • Going to Yarndale.
  • Returning my completed marking to the office.
  • Music:  yesterday, with Hot Aire, we spent the entire rehearsal working on one piece.  Things I couldn’t get at the beginning were coming together by the end.  Satisfaction!  Then in the afternoon, I played in a concert with Hall Royd.  What a tubarrific day!
  • Autumn.  I’m not really an autumn person; my favourite time of year is May/June as the days lengthen and I feel the optimism of summer ahead.  But this autum has an astonishing abundance of berries and the russets and crimsons of the turning trees are exceptionally vivid.  I’ve stopped several times just to stand and gaze at colours against a backdrop of blue sky.