Have you ever experienced confusing holidays, followed by an unexpected wasteland of a January? I asked the kind universe to please send me some sign of hope and clarity. Two months ago, in honor of my departed mother, Ulla, I planted a rather puny amaryllis bulb. I proceeded to coax the little anemic stalk through the oddest Christmas season ever – quite dubious of the plant’s success. On what would have been Ulla’s 84th birthday, I rediscovered the amaryllis – in full glory. First two blossoms, then four, now six! It is huge, brilliant and entirely unexpected! Thanks, Mom, for again reminding me to keep hope alive.