|Papyrus growing in a well in the Ortigia, Siracusa, Sicily.|
I have loved the very word "papyrus" since my fourth grade history book showed me a picture and told me the story of it.
Papyrus figures in my ancestral history. My paternal grandparents were Siracusani--from what had been the Greek city state of Syracuse. Here are some pictures of papyrus grow
|Papyrus in fresh water near the harbor.|
|The scene of a battle in the ancient war.|
During the dreadful AIDS plague of the 80th, David and I lost many friends, including his best buddy from high school and his partner. When the second of those dear men was dying, he told us to take whatever we wanted from the house. I chose the papyrus plant. It lives on. It has of late become part of the decor in my Egyptian revival dining room.
|The gift of Bob and JP.|
|The mantle in the dining room.|
|American illustration art: complete with pharaoh and papyrus|
Of late, it has given birth, in a manner of speaking. A few months ago I noticed that in the middle of the fronds, tiny fronds had emerged. I wondered what would happen if I cut off those stalk tops and put them in water. Magic is what took place. So now I have four plants. The babies have the look of bonsai papyrus. It won't stay that way, but I wish one would. What a centerpiece it would make a dinner parties!!
|A baby at one month|
|Three months and gorgeous.|
Annamaria - Monday