I owe all the bulbs of the world an apology. Yes, an apology.
Because after ripping bulbs a good one for their chronically uninspired performance (in particular the 50 or so apparent no-shows I planted in my backyard last fall), it now appears I have a collection of bulbs coming up. At lease 25, and maybe more, at last count this morning.
I have no doubt the squirrels nicked a few over the winter, but 25 of anything purposely planted and now blooming in my garden is no less than miraculous.
Mea culpa, bulbs.
Because after ripping bulbs a good one for their chronically uninspired performance (in particular the 50 or so apparent no-shows I planted in my backyard last fall), it now appears I have a collection of bulbs coming up. At lease 25, and maybe more, at last count this morning.
I have no doubt the squirrels nicked a few over the winter, but 25 of anything purposely planted and now blooming in my garden is no less than miraculous.
Mea culpa, bulbs.
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