Two Buds and a Sculpture

Recently I discovered that my amaryllis sprouted two buds. I kept the bulb in the fridge for too long, so this is truly a miracle. I'm also usually all thumbs, none of which are green, when it comes to planting. Now I dream of colors. What will be. Enjoying the possibilities that don't feel very infinite, but are still at the very least two.

Another plant, singled out for the dried up leaves & soil, sits on my window sill, which is over the radiater. For a while it flourished on my coffee table. Leaves like giant spoons. I mixed the soil, watered it, gave it some sun, and one by one leaves froze and withered. I kept trying though. Knowing they would. Usually, oh and this is usual, I march off to Home Depot and buy a new plant, not wanting to recognize my failure. So why this one, whose name I forgot, is kept at all is a mystery.

I am looking at amyryllis in the midst of the little island jungle I created for winter and my solitary plant sculpture, once a bunch of giant spoons. Which is more beautiful? There's just no telling.