Smells like fish poo

I often have dreams about my plants in which they bombard me for requests to be watered or to be moved around or to have their leaves trimmed, or more recently, for some yummy new fertilizer. I'd had it in the back of my mind to eventually get them some Alaskan liquid fish fertilizer that someone highly recommended to me a few years ago, but it was the middle of winter and they're supposed to be nice, quiet dormant plants. Easily guilt-ridden by all things phototrophic, I got on my bike for a trip to the Fred Meyer, where I found a huge container of the Alaskan goo.

At home I prepared lunch for all my plant friends. What a treat they had in store! Even though they ordinarily shouldn't be fertilized in the winter, I figured they were sending me a message while I slept that they were hungry and ready for spring as much as I was. I don't know what roses I was expecting to emanate from a bottle of fish shit, but I had to clear my head a few times as the fumes diffused into the air and quickly turned my kitchen something reminiscent of Nemo's outhouse. I stuck with the process and fed all my little friends knowing that they'd be happy and for that I would gladly put up with a little stench.

Only a day or two later I could instantly see a difference! Their green leaves glowed a little brighter and they puffed out with newly found strength. Best of all was Zack's amaryllis began to awake from dormancy and its little bulb shot a stem straight up towards the moon. Now a few weeks later, it's about to bloom and brighten the gray days with its brilliant red plumage.