My dear mother in law, best known as 'Grandy', always comes to my house for Thanksgiving dinner bearing a precious gift of an amaryllis bulb. Between Thanksgiving and Christmas I plant my amaryllis. This year I planted my bulb in a clear glass vase in order to see the development of the roots as they grew.
First I put in a layer of smooth, round, black river rocks I bought for $1 at the Dollar store. Next I put in a layer of moss to keep the soil from washing into the stones. I got the moss out back in my woods. I topped that off with a few inches of potting soil. The potting soil came with the bulb. I planted the bulb with about 1/2 of it sticking out of the dirt. I also added another layer of moss on top of the potting mix. I watered it and then is was not long until I saw fat white roots slowly caressing their way around the stones. Since my vase did not have a drainage hole I was careful not to over water my flower. Also the flowers are so big and heavy you will need to support them somehow. I use a piece of bamboo.
I have heard that you can grow amaryllis in straight up stones and water but I have never tried this myself.
I have forced hyacinths in water so I would think that the stone and water idea would work.
My friend Nala lives in Florida and she grows amaryills as a perennial, leaving it in the ground year round. So if you live in a frost free area; lucky you!
A flower bulb is such a mystery. It is such a good example of our life in Christ. In the bulb there is a flower. From the past will come the flower. In our end is our beginning. These beautiful thoughts come from a hymn. May you be blessed today in the name of the God who gives us everlasting life.......Jesus Christ.
in the bulb there is a flower
in the bulb there is a flower,
in the seed an apple tree,
a hidden promise; butterflies will soon be free!
in the cold and snow of winter there's a spring that waits to be,
unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
there's a song in every silence, seeking word and melody.
there's a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.
from the past will come the future; what it holds a mystery,
unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.
in our end is our beginning;
in our time, infinity;
in our doubt their is believing,
in our life, eternity.
in our death, a resurrection;
at last, a victory,
unrevealed until its season,
something God alone can see.