Shortly before the holidays I received an amaryllis bulb, which has been sitting by the window in my sunroom. A few weeks ago it started to bloom. The ruffled white blossoms sparkle above the antique white metal cachepot embossed with a gold fleur-de-lis pattern.
Pretty moss covers the soil.
A wonderful blend of gold and white!
It is a friendly reminder that warmer days will soon be ahead.
I'm dreaming of spring as I prepare some tea.
Pure white china from Germany by Schumann in the 'White Elegance' pattern.
Embossed with beautiful scrolls and scalloped edges.
As they reach for the sky these Grand Trumpets are 15" tall.
Greek mythology tells the story of a very sensitive girl called Amaryllis. One day when she was on a mountainside picking flowers, she met the shepherd Alteo and fell in love on the spot, but Alteo was not interested in girls, he only loved flowers. He had often said that: "Only the girl who can bring me a new flower will receive my love."
Amaryllis despaired and turned to the Oracle at Delphi for advice. There she was told to take an arrow from the temple and to wound herself with it in front of Alteo's house, whereby she must declare her love for him. If necessary she should repeat this action on the subsequent evenings. Amaryllis did what oracle had told her and when the clock struck midnight on the first evening, she resolutely stabbed her breast and her heart. It was as if her life was streaming out of her as she stood in front of Alteo's hut calling his name loudly and declaring that their lives were tied together. Unfortunately her actions had no effect.
She repeated the scene the next evening and again the evening after that. For thirty nights blood dripped before Alteo's door, until a miracle happened. On the spot where the blood had fallen, there was a large red flower with a wide open calyx. "Alteo, Alteo, here is the flower," called Amaryllis excitedly. Alteo saw the fragile girl with the thick and heavy stem in her hands, bearing the unfamiliar bright red flower of love. The rugged shepherd knelt before her and wept, and as they kissed for the first time, the larks sung high in the air.
Thank you for sipping tea with me!
Today I am joining ...
Tea Time Tuesday @ Rose Chintz Cottage
Tea Cup Tuesday @ Martha's Favorites
Tea Cup Tuesday @ Artful Affirmations
Tuesday Cuppa Tea @ Antiques and Teacups
Friends Sharing Tea @ Bernideen's Tea Time
Blissful Whites Wednesday @ Timewashed