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Sep. 21st, 2008 04:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anefEvery Spring I say to myself "Why is the garden so bare? Why didn't I plant any bulbs last September?". Not next year! I have been to the garden centre. I have bought tulips (some orange spiky ones called ballerina, some white and some yellow tulip shaped ones and some red spiky ones. I was looking for some Captain Fryatt that they have in the botanic gardens but can't find a source, even on-line. Ah well.). Also assorted crocuses and daffodils.
I also bought a bulb planter for a fiver, just on the off-chance that it might help. Actually, it's quite good - even in our heavy clay soil I have been managing to screw it into the soil and create a hole of the relevant depth for planting. Then you pop the bulb in, release the handle and the soil falls back on top of the bulb. I reckon it saved me an hour or so this afternoon.
Anyway, I've got about half the bulbs in - more than 30 I think, all in their little holes. The last hole I dug already had a couple of little daffodil bulbs in it, looking up in surprise as if to say "It's not time to get up yet, you know." I hastily put the soil back on top. I guess I should have split them up but they looked so cosy in the little hole together that I didn't like to.
So next Spring expect me to be asking "Why is the garden so bare? Where are all the b********g tulips I killed myself planting in September? Eh?"
I also bought a bulb planter for a fiver, just on the off-chance that it might help. Actually, it's quite good - even in our heavy clay soil I have been managing to screw it into the soil and create a hole of the relevant depth for planting. Then you pop the bulb in, release the handle and the soil falls back on top of the bulb. I reckon it saved me an hour or so this afternoon.
Anyway, I've got about half the bulbs in - more than 30 I think, all in their little holes. The last hole I dug already had a couple of little daffodil bulbs in it, looking up in surprise as if to say "It's not time to get up yet, you know." I hastily put the soil back on top. I guess I should have split them up but they looked so cosy in the little hole together that I didn't like to.
So next Spring expect me to be asking "Why is the garden so bare? Where are all the b********g tulips I killed myself planting in September? Eh?"
