Last Sunday was cloudy and cold, as I have already noted. But I was gladdened by a hardy handful of early blooming Daffodils in the Parkway Bed.
In honor of Easter, I want to talk about rabbits.
In the autumn before last I planted over 100 Daffodil bulbs in pots and not a single one survived the winter. I refer to this incident as the Great Daffodil Disaster of 2017.
Last October I planted 140 Daffodils, 200 Tulips, and 250 Crocuses in pots. The 12 pots planted with Daffodils were given compost for insulation over winter. The Tulips and Crocuses were planted in another 12 containers and covered with wood mulch. I didn’t bother to cover the tops of the Daffodil containers because critters don’t …
So on Monday my order from John Scheepers arrived. That was the good news.
OK, so remember that last post, where I was griping about how my bulbs hadn’t arrived yet? Well, never mind.
So guess what? Judy and I were invited to see the bee hives at the Lurie Garden. We visited during our lunch break last week.
When historians write about our garden, clearly they will divide my work with Daffodils into two periods: BC (Before Colorblends) and CE (Colorblends Era).
Happy Bloom Day! This is the first Bloom Day of the year I’m participating in, for the simple reason that it’s the first one where I have any blooms.
So the landscapers came last week and completed the spring cleanup. When I returned on Friday everything was neat as a pin.