Early in the week, I decided to keep a record of the “Naked ladies” along the pathway of the large senior apartment complex in which I live. They are also known as “Pink ladies”, “Resurrection Lilies” and properly named “Amaryllis Belladonnae”. Their green leaves show brightly in early Spring, along the walkways, then by June they have died back. Suddenly, in August, long after their green leaves have died back, three foot high stems, pop up out of the ground, the way asparagus pop up when you don’t expect them to. That was Monday.
Tuesday I watched the pink buds plump out, then I’ve been waiting for the blossoms. Here it is Sunday and one or two are bravely blooming in our 60 degree summer (?) weather.
Instead, I will write about my most remember the Pink Ladies – hundreds of them, blowing wild against wind washed fences on the headlands over the Pacific Highway One, curves and all. An array of Pink Ladies along the sea coast from Mendocino south almost to Jenner.
Maybe ours will bloom next week