My new novel is blooming. Much like the amaryllis opening up beside my desk, at the window overlooking the marsh. This plant with its glowing greenish-white flowers doesn’t care about the snow and cold, it’s gonna display it’s stop-motion beauty on its own time, as it pleases. I’m just there to write it along.
Jean Zimmerman 
Ann, we have owls here, too, nesting in the trees. I hear them converse in the hours before midnight on calm, clear nights. Owls are great.
That amaryllis is lovely, Jean. I prefer the ones with lots of color, myself, but just watching them bloom makes my life a happy place.
I hope they’re still there when I visit!
Many an amaryllis has entertained me, too… such high drama! No new novels are blooming here (best wishes for yours), but (have you heard?) a pair of owls is nesting on a fourth floor veranda, with four eggs, and the parents’ flight path crosses in front of my own railing at eye level. Great Horned Owls, I’m pretty sure.