Yesterday my niece, Gayle, posted a beautiful photo of the zephyranthes for her daughter's birthday. It must be a family thing without us ever realizing it.
On my daughter, Katherine's third birthday my mother brought her a blooming pot of these flowers, perhaps from this same cluster that is blooming on Perilloux Place. Decades later Katherine still has that pot of flowers and they have become known as "my birthday flowers" to her.
A few days after Hurricane Katrina struck, Breland brought me a pot of the yellow zephyrantes blooming; a plant that he had grown from seed. I was so touched by his kindness and it really brightened the dark days following the hurricane.
My father's name was Zephirin and since these flowers are called zephyranthes it all ties in.