It’s early January and my paperwhites have just opened. My friend Beth said that I should plant them to bloom after the holidays. I say, she nailed it.
Once the tree is down and the twinkle lights are unplugged, winter becomes a daunting test of emotional fitness. But now I have these cheery, little blooms brightening the corners of my rooms. Sure, they might smell a little funky, but so does brie cheese, and who would pass on a warm wedge of that?
Paperwhites are essential for weathering long winters — as are flannel sheets, pot roasts and votives on the fireplace mantle. Beth gave me some in a white pot with white stones. They looked so artful and clean. I felt like I’d just received a pot of fresh perspective.
Another good reason to wait until after the holidays is the bulbs go on sale. Yesterday I saw some selling for 80 cents a bulb. Eighty cents.
That is some seriously cheap therapy. With ten bucks, I might actually make it through January.