At beginning of fall D, E & I planted over 100 bulbs of flowers in the backyard. It was exciting to see how the flowerbed would look in the spring with all the pretty flowers and signs of better weather. I was secretly hoping that hole in my thumb was worth it.
One evening, after talking to the ladies at work who said their crocus were blooming I decided to check it out. This is what I saw:
Signs of life were beginning. Most of my tulips were up and with small buds on them. My crocus were totally through, but didn't have blooms on them. My hyacinths were coming in too. That hole in my thumb was worth all the effort. It was so pretty.
Then fast-forward to a week later and this:
The sun was shining, the flowers were blooming. It was like a little patch of spring right out my door.
But it doesn't stop there. There's more beauty just a couple days later:
They are so pretty. I have a vase on our dining room table that is full of tulips. It's wonderful.
Except that my crocus never bloomed and only two hyacinth ever bloomed. Now, I'm sad to report that all my tulips have lost their petals and it's almost time to uproot them and plant some summer flowers. I can't believe in 2 weeks all my effort is gone.
The good news is that my rose bush is bigger than it's ever been and my hydrangea bushes are coming back! I'm sure I'll be seeing more color in no time. It just means that I'll have to dig and plant some more. I'm sure I'll have three helpers to get the job done.
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