A tiny cocoon, it's skin peeling, it's roots dancing in the light autumnal breeze. Over a hundred little promises of spring flowers, of rich daffodil yellows, pinks of tulips to blues of aliums all set to bring colour and life to the depths of shade in my ever green garden. Planting them in their little six inch or so beds, tapping their soil bedding gently above their heads, wishing them a safe winter sleep until they begin to poke their little heads through the cold, crisp spring soil.
If you yearn for spring bulbs, now is the time to be getting your fingers dirty.
If you yearn for spring bulbs, now is the time to be getting your fingers dirty.
Daffodil, tulips they call for memories of an English spring garden, of bright, golden and happy blooms heralding the arrival of warmer days. Astbiles for privacy in pinks and purples, for bleeding hearts - flowers as pretty as their name might suggest. Of finding that balance between color and tempting pollentators into the garden, for the wildlife needs my garden a little more then me.
While the ground might turn cold, covered in weeks, months on end of deep, crisp white snow and frost, hidden, sleeping underneath little bulbs all ready and waiting for a grand push, for a new start in my garden, the first push and step into adding some much needed colour. And as 106 bulbs find their way into my garden, a new life from my first ever flower cutting is starting to form a new life on my window still.
It's all fun as a newbie gardener.
