After a night with limited sleep, my head spins. In the latest bout it spun in technicolor. It was pleasant but way out of the realm of reality. Or maybe not.
It may have had its beginnings two weeks ago when I was digging a hole to plant a cardinal plant. The shovel struck “gold” in the form of daffodil bulbs. Kneeling down beside the hole where the bulbs were surrounded by loosened soil, my gloved hands kept rolling out bulbs. They were good-sized. There were an amazing total 32 bulbs in this harvest.
When the daffodils are planted my usual method of operation is to place eight bulbs in a hole. This presents a pleasant clump of color come spring. Four, maybe five years ago this was done. It is clear that this bulb reproduced well. It had increased to four times the original amount. It should not have surprised me, yet it did.
Right now companies are encouraging us to place orders for fall bulbs. Knowing that daffodil bulbs will multiply makes them appealing. Yet, this is the time when tulips with a wider range of color call to me. Ripping reds, bright oranges, pinks, blues and purples call out from catalog pages. You have heard me complain about the local deer populations which consume tulips as buds are set.
Orange, red, purple, and technicolor daffodils, too
On this day with so little sleep, my mind ponders a thought, one filled