Amaryllis Bulb

Winter has hit hard here in Iowa. The landscape is white and barren with snow drifts so deep we’ll be driving around them until spring. The garden catalogs are coming and we’re all craving a little color! My mom shares one way to find some…Amaryllis Bulbs

Our daughter keeps a collection of  Amaryllis bulbs over each year, and she has shared one with me. The blooms are so majestic – which is especially welcome when the winter snow is lingering.

It is like watching creation to see the green leaves sprout from a round brown ball!

To keep your own Amaryllis , clip the blooms when they fade and keep watering it. Clip the stalk back as it browns and plant the bulb in the garden as soon as all danger of frost is past. Keep fertilizing it all summer.

In the fall dig up the bulb and place it in a pail with no soil. Keep it in a cool place and let it dry out for 60 days.

Clip off any foliage before you plant the bulb in a container. Amaryllis like to be crowded, so only put the bottom few inches in the soil in a pot without a drain hole. Water about once a week until you see green emerging, then water as needed.

Place near a window with plenty of light.

The first green will be leaves, but watch for another growth beside the leaves–this is the bud.  You can fertilize at this time, my sister-in-law does, but my daughter does not and they both blossoms.

The leaves and bud stalk can grow up to 30 inches high and will need to be supported with a dowel and a yarn tie. (I’ve even used one of my wooden spoons!)

The bigger bulbs have blossoms. Sometimes you will find some “baby” bulbs growing on the bigger bulb in the garden. We are experimenting with them, but it will take several years before the “babies” are large enough to bloom!

Enjoy!
Nana Shirley

A Blizzard in December

It’s started to snow.

The forecasters predict at least a foot. The wind is supposed to pick up and the temperatures are starting to drop.

It’s a December blizzard.

We’ve been warned it was coming for some time. The grocery stores were packed last night as people stocked up on the staples. Hardware stores were just as busy selling ice scrapers and snow shovels.

The weatherman on the noon news said it would be a big one – one we would talk about for years to come.

Schools are closed through-out the state in preparation.

Snow plows are gassed up and ready.

But for now – the snow is falling softly and piling up fast.

And we wait.

Our worlds have stopped. The entire Midwest is frozen in time. Plans are on hold. Events canceled.

Meanwhile, families enjoy quiet time together in the midst of a busy month.

Adults take naps. Kids pull out the board games.

The frantic pace of Christmas is slowed down for awhile.

Hot chocolate is poured. Movies are watched.

And we wait.

And the snow falls.

And the wind blows.

Cross Country Skiing

800px-cross_country_skiing_trail_brdy1I went cross country skiing today.

Yes, me, the one always picked last in PE.  I went cross country skiing, by choice.

My Scandinavian husband has been skiing since he could walk.  As a boy scout in Nevada he would ski with his troop into the mountains, camp over night or several days and ski back out.

My very first Christmas at his parent’s home he took me out and taught me the basics while he family watched from the windows of the house.

I married him anyway.

Then the babies came, and we lived in the city. Winter sports consisted of  spending 20 minutes dressing the little ones in snowsuits and mittens then pulling them around in a sled for 5 before someone had to go potty or got snow in their mitten.

After our move to the country, my husband pulled out the skis again. He could now strap them on at the back porch and ski for miles.

He found beginner skis for the children and started teaching them the basics. Pretty soon the entire family was out on skis, and it was time for me to join them.

After a few false starts, I soon got a feel for it and found myself enjoying the rhythm of the sport.

I will never be as proficient as my husband who can do the most amazing turns and even stays upright going down hills. But I can almost keep up with the young ‘uns and as long as I avoid the hills I can stay on my feet.

Now I can enjoy the calm beauty of a winter day while I glide over the crisp white snow. The cold air bites my cheeks as my normally uncoordinated body finds the rhythm and movement of the cross country skis.

Hiking the Ravine

800px-pink_clouds01When the temperatures soared up into the 60′s this week, the kids and I all played hooky for the afternoon and took a hike.

After all, having 60 degrees in January in southern Iowa is an event to be celebrated!

We made 2 rules for this adventure. The first rule was that each of us needed to have a piece of candy in our pockets that we could eat anywhere, or anytime we wished!

The second rule was that we could not walk on any trails.

We headed down the hill to the ravines and decided to follow them for as far as we could.

Winter is the perfect time to explore the ravines that surround our homestead since they are overgrown, inaccessible and full of ticks during the summer and fall.

But this day was perfect! The snow was melted, the sun was shining and we were all wearing sweatshirts, – no parkas, mittens, or hats – in mid-January.

We climbed over logs and crawled under branches. We slid down steep banks and shimmed back up the other side. We skated across the frozen creek bed and explored the wash outs.

We found several animal bones, turkey feathers, and part of an old foundation.

We discovered with awe that the rushing creek had frozen as it was flowing into amazing little frozen waterfalls.

We talked, we laughed, we ate chocolate and we savored the sunshine.

But most of all, we made a memory.

Silence

800px-378293037_399a41de0eSilence.

Winter is the only season that I can truly experience the wonder of quiet.

As a home school mom of 5 children, my household is buzzing with activity day and night.

There are rare moments when all five are busy at an activity and all is quiet in the house.

But that isn’t the silence I’m talking about.

I’m talking about the dead silence of a winter walk. The absence of sound that comes with the cold stillness. There are no birds, no tractors, no water rushing.

I can stand in the frozen landscape and the only sound I hear is my own breathing.

I need this quiet. In a world that is full of noise and distraction, I need the silence. It allows me to listen and hear the things that are truly important. To find perspective and answers, to connect with God.

Charles Hadden Spurgeon said it well,

“Quietude, which some men cannot abide because it reveals their inward poverty, is as a palace of cedar to the wise, for along it’s hallowed courts the King in His beauty deigns to walk.”

Oh that I would be one of the wise ones.

Psalm 46:10 “Be still and know that I am God”