FINALLY - I actually remembered to plant my SPRING bulbs this fall. I made sure of it this time, because guilt didn't let me forget. This year, the bulbs were not purchased by me, they were a birthday gift from my parents. And so it was much more difficult to let the task go, knowing they were bought for me with love, right?
I made it in the nick of time too. We've already had a freeze since the day I put them in the ground, and the packages said to get them in the ground before frost arrives. I had to act fast because this Indiana weather is like a woman who can't make up her mind! Cold, warm, freezing, warm, coat, shorts, flip-flops, boots... oy! Whatever... it's done.
Anyway, I have a bad habit of buying flower bulbs, then letting the days go by and forgetting to actually become one with the earth and plant them. Then they rot and I have to throw them away, and I wasted that money yet again on good intentions down the drain. Then, the inevitable happens. Spring arrives and I admire all the daffodils and tulips sprouting with glee at everyone else's homes, and I kick myself for not putting in the time in the fall.
But next spring, I will be smiling, because it took me a whopping 20 minutes to get in touch with the soil under my nails, to move the earthworms aside and carefully arrange my bulbs in each hole. When I say carefully, I really mean just make sure the root is facing the right direction.
My strategy? Drop 7 bulbs in each hole and throw the dirt back in. Voila! I'd better have 35 really pretty tulips between March - May or I'm going to be cranky.
I'm sure there'll be another blog post when the time arrives...