Every year when I was a child my grandparents would grow a red amaryllis from a bulb. It was a source of great excitement to watch the stem get taller and the bud grow and eventually flower into an explosion of colour.
Now I grow my own red amaryllis every year in their memory and also to remember some of that childlike anticipation of the blossoming flowers.
This year's bulb didn't quite match the description on the packaging! Its very different to what I was expecting but it's still beautiful!