|Witch and spook at front|
When we lived in CA, I started a tradition of planting bulbs daffodils, Dutch iris, narcissus, muscari, anemones, hyacinths and more every year for my birthday. Some years I might plant 100 bulbs some years less, but always enough so that I spent four hours or more digging and burying. I gave up planting tulips because I never got the joy of tulips flowering in the spring, they provided excellent meals for the voles, moles and gophers rampant over our acreage in Newcastle. They even chewed through wire mesh which I had planted in the ground to protect the tulip bulbs. Helen Kiker, our elderly friend from whom we bought the homestead warned me to not plant tulips, that I would be feeding gophers, but I did try, without success.
Whenever the bulb catalogues arrived, I would carefully browse and select the additions for the coming fall; I'd send off the order, forget about it and always be surprised when it arrived in the fall for planting at just the right time.
|Bulbs from Sam's|
And another thing, remember those tight budded mums from earlier this month? Well they have finally popped into a brilliant yellow display, just what I wanted. Must have been the frosty nights that prompted the showy bloom. Or maybe they just like the rest of things follow a natural course, all in good time.