Sunday, March 10—my due date—came and went without so much as a whimper.
You couldn’t have found three more restless people in Amsterdam that Sunday than Mom, Marlon and myself. There we were, trapped at home thanks to a resurgence of freaky winter weather, trying to keep occupied, silently willing Little Mango into the world. She obviously wasn’t having any of that, because here she is two days later, still lodged comfortably (too comfortably?) in my belly.
Anyway, in an effort to keep busy, Marlon stepped out to the supermarket and came back with bulbs and herbs to plant on our balcony. Amidst the dismal gray, we found a little cheer from bright green of these hyacinth bulbs…
and the scents of fresh rosemary and thyme.
In hindsight, we couldn’t have chosen a crappier day to do our spring planting, since it snowed and frosted later that evening. But I think we were all just trying ease our restlessness with some activity.
We did save some of the hyacinth bulbs for indoors.
Into a tall transparent cylinder they went, with a modest amount of soil and a sprinkling of water. From what I’ve read, hyacinth bulbs should be kept fairly dry and watered only every two to three days to avoid rotting. They’re also able to grow without any soil—with just the roots immersed in very little water. But I’ll try them this way first and see how it goes.
As a keep-busy strategy, we could have chosen something more complex or time-consuming. The pop of color was nice, but it took us all of 10 minutes to sink our plants into soil and install the plant boxes on the balcony. Afterwards, Marlon and I were left staring at each other with a “So, what now?” look.
I guess now we wait. Again. And hope that Little Mango comes before the hyacinths start to bloom.