A few words about spring bulbs

As things have started happening outdoors, it’s obvioulsy time to get this year’s installment of The Constantly Frustrated Gardener going.

There’s a fair bit on which I could report, but before I get to other garden news, I would like to say a few words about flowers.

It was a long, cold winter, so everything is a bit behind, but last week, when my friend Krys was visiting from Toronto, things started blooming.

First to open were the croci I planted by Roxie’s grave last October.

Odd that Stella suddenly appeared on the gravestone just as I was about to take this photo. I’m pretty sure she has no idea what’s underneath the stone. The flowers are beautiful and cheering, but there simply aren’t enough of them to commemorate Roxie. I will have to plant more this autumn.

Next to open, just as Krys was leaving, were the daffs I planted after the great pruning saw massacre last September.

Unfortunately, the daffs don’t really show up in this photo, although hopefully some are visible. Now that they’ve opened, I can see that planting them all individually was a mistake. It all looks a bit woebegone. I clearly should have planted clumps of bulbs together. Never mind. I have more and, like Roxie’s garden, I can address this oversight in the autumn.

Thus endeth the opening chapter.