Just like kids

Today's 100 words:

 

When I owned those amaryllis plants--more than twenty--I thought of them as my kids and worried about them in the way one worries about her children: Are they getting enough sun? Enough water? Enough vitamins? Are they too cold? Too hot? I suppose I behaved that way because I didn't have any human children then. Still, the plants were my babies. I had invested a lot into them, and I wanted them to thrive. These new bulbs I bought recently are not my priority now that I'm caring for my own kids, but I still want them to do well.

Obsession!

This morning's 100 words:

Even though I don't have much of a green thumb, I do love plants, especially flowering ones. Among my favorite is the amaryllis, a lily-like plant known for its clusters of large, showy flowers. My amaryllis obsession started when I was a kid eagerly watching the gorgeous red flowers open on my mom's plant. Years later, I started buying my own, and at one point several years ago, I owned more than twenty amaryllis plants of all different colors and varieties. This year I purchased three bulbs, which I'll plant today and watch over with my own two children.

Since I wrote this entry this morning, I went out to the store and bought another bulb. Now, in addition to the paperwhites I have growing on the kitchen counter, I have four pots of amaryllises. I wonder what hubby will say when he discovers that the coffee pot and toaster have disappeared... (Come on, honey, the plants needed the space!)  :)