These are narcissus shoots, bulbs that I bought last Spring of 2015, at the time planted in tiny stones inside a pretty glass container. The plump shoots were close to blooming when I bought them, and the whole effect of luscious shoots+planted in tiny stones+ inside a clear glass jar was a sirens song I could not resist. I kept them for many weeks, even long past their gorgeous bloom, cutting off the tops so that I would still have a bounty of green inside a clear glass jar. I kept cutting off the tops, and the plants grew smaller and smaller until I finally had to admit they were done. Then I the put the whole plant outside, intending to deal with it later, but never did. The root system had grown quite a ways by the time I got around to it, something that was clearly visual in the jar, and not so attractive to look at. I finally pulled the bulbs out, cut off the roots and left them on my outdoor deck, again with the intention of planting them. By the time I discovered them many months later I assumed they were ruined. And then I forgot about them.
It has been raining here for several days now, our yard a mess of weeds more than we’ve ever seen since we’ve lived in this house of almost 3 years. As I glanced outside yesterday, I saw on our picnic table a flower pot completely full of water, 6 green stalks popping through the glassy top. I stared for a minute and then it hit me: the narcissus! They had not died! In fact, they had gloriously gone on, despite my abandonment of them. One of the bulbs had fully rotted, but the rest were well alive. Here they all are, re-potted:
Another bountiful sign for Spring. Another sign that Imbolc is approaching, the time of year where the light shines longer in a 24 hour period. The time of preparation for birth, the time of emergence. As the light grows, so does the seed. Light is the nourishment that feeds the seed to grow roots, veins, shoots, buds, and flowers. It invades every cell of a plant, with the outcome a spectacular beauty provided to every sense a human can possess. I freely admit I am already craving Spring. I smell it in the air and the linger of water that clings to the leaves, a faint mix of dead with the newest forms of life; tiny buds I can palpate with my finger, little green leaves poking out the tiniest curl. They are everywhere in my yard. Some I can see, some I cannot. The rain has helped my plants look more lush than I’ve ever seen them.
In this time when I find life to be kicking me in the behind, I can sit with these gorgeous shoots and know that Spring is near. That the time of rebirth is imminent. I can’t wait until it is more underway, the first of my roses giving gorgeous blooms with scent that makes me swoon. Too deepen with my roses, knowing that I am Their Keeper, the holder of Their frequency and magic. Roses are the ultimate Love. While I am not yet there (feeling ultimate love that is), I know this is so.
Blessings to New Life 🙂
Photography By April Aronoff