Today is the day to plant all the fall bulbs. Ed and I line up all the pots every year, and then fill them with an assortment of tulips, daffodils, muscari, and even crocus on top. We store the pots all winter underneath a crawl space outside, and only bring them out when there is no longer any danger of freezing. Once they’re out in the sun and the warmth, they start poking through the soil. The crocus come up first in the spring with rest pushing from beneath. Bulbs are little miracles in a way. In a tiny little package, is a completely formed flower. And, that concludes the story of my flower bulbs.
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welcome back! good to hear from you again. Hope all going well with your health; with Ed’s not-so-new job and with your beloved old dog. ck