Two summers ago my friend Jim visited Santa Barbara and brought me a plant from Lotus Land. An unknown. Exciting. A scadoxus. Part shade. I planted it where I could keep an eye on it. Good luck, poor orphan.
For a year it mulled. It let itself be meals for microscopic mouths. It lived. It seemed to.
This spring it shook itself awake. Now it sports a shaft with a bud like an amaryllis and fat, glossy leaves. The bud is slowly making it’s skyward trek. It better be smashing.