We watched the paperwhites with awe. Their stems reaching high towards the ceiling, we waited anxiously for tell tale signs of budding. We weren't let down when beautiful, delicate flowers appeared two days before Christmas. I love growing things--flowers, vegetables. It is miraculous to me to watch things emerge from the tiniest seeds with only soil, water and sunlight. Isn't that a gift? That is why it was so difficult for me to remove the paperwhites from the Christmas splendor of the living room. They smell.
It was a hint of a bad smell at first, not so terrible. But within days it turned into an obnoxious smell. The kids would repeatedly tell me there was a dirty diaper around. I moved the plant into my bedroom as their beauty still astounded me. But oi, the smell. I would wake in the night tasting it at the back of my throat ( I so do not sleep with my mouth open). At one point Molly gagged as she walked through my room. As painful as it was I had to banish them, they are in the laundry room now. One step closer to the compost pile.