Each spring, I look forward to the arrival of the flowers
that emerge from bulbs I have nearly forgotten while the earth covers them for
more than six months out of the year. After
the flowers bloom, I leave the messy foliage to grow, because that is the way
the bulb obtains nutrients for next year’s flowers, until the foliage melts
into the soil and the exuberance of the summer garden covers the area.
that emerge from bulbs I have nearly forgotten while the earth covers them for
more than six months out of the year. After
the flowers bloom, I leave the messy foliage to grow, because that is the way
the bulb obtains nutrients for next year’s flowers, until the foliage melts
into the soil and the exuberance of the summer garden covers the area.
I enjoy driving country roads in the spring and seeing the
clumps of bulbs marking the sites of long-rotted houses. I imagine a farm wife stepping out the door
one fall day to plant them with apron pockets full of bulbs a friend or
relative gave her, for the farm wife in my imagination would not have enough
extra money to spend it on something as frivolous as flowers.
clumps of bulbs marking the sites of long-rotted houses. I imagine a farm wife stepping out the door
one fall day to plant them with apron pockets full of bulbs a friend or
relative gave her, for the farm wife in my imagination would not have enough
extra money to spend it on something as frivolous as flowers.
She kneels in the soil, digs a spot for the bulbs, and tucks
them beneath the soil. In spring, she
awaits their green shoots as they push through the soil, and admonishes her
many children to stay out of the flowerbed.
However far they may travel from home as adults, the scent and sight of
those sorts of flowers forever remind her children of spring in their mother’s
garden.
them beneath the soil. In spring, she
awaits their green shoots as they push through the soil, and admonishes her
many children to stay out of the flowerbed.
However far they may travel from home as adults, the scent and sight of
those sorts of flowers forever remind her children of spring in their mother’s
garden.
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| One of my babies is puzzled by this flower as we enjoy the spring bulbs |
Over the years, the bulbs multiply. While the bulbs are
dormant, in the summer and early fall, she digs the bulbs and passes along the
bulbs to some other wife, or she sends her newly married daughters or
daughters-in-law with bulbs to decorate their gardens. Depending on the bulb, she might even decide
that that she has more than she knows what to do with, so she digs bulbs and
tosses them over the fence into the cow pasture, where they put out roots,
grow, and bloom.
dormant, in the summer and early fall, she digs the bulbs and passes along the
bulbs to some other wife, or she sends her newly married daughters or
daughters-in-law with bulbs to decorate their gardens. Depending on the bulb, she might even decide
that that she has more than she knows what to do with, so she digs bulbs and
tosses them over the fence into the cow pasture, where they put out roots,
grow, and bloom.
My grandmother tossed some bulbs over the fence into the cow
pasture many years before I was born, because she needed them out of her garden
and had no one else to give them to, and there they grew and bloomed. We call them “Butter and Eggs” and the
ruffled blooms are tinged with green. I
dug some bulbs out of the cow pasture and brought them home to my garden.
pasture many years before I was born, because she needed them out of her garden
and had no one else to give them to, and there they grew and bloomed. We call them “Butter and Eggs” and the
ruffled blooms are tinged with green. I
dug some bulbs out of the cow pasture and brought them home to my garden.
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| Bulbs decorate the winter garden. The white plastic protected the winter vegetables, and it must be a warm day because the lid on the cold frame is open at the rear center of the photo. |
My mother has beautiful white daffodils by the back door,
and some more tiny yellow ones by the basement steps. I have helped myself to those bulbs, and I wrestled
a hole in the hard clay at my house to put in the bulbs. Now my bulbs need thinning, and I will pass
bulbs along to someone, or I’ll expand my plantings of
bulbs.
and some more tiny yellow ones by the basement steps. I have helped myself to those bulbs, and I wrestled
a hole in the hard clay at my house to put in the bulbs. Now my bulbs need thinning, and I will pass
bulbs along to someone, or I’ll expand my plantings of
bulbs.
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| Daffodils turn towards the sun, and unfortunately for the situation of this flowerbed, that means they turn away from the viewer of the flowerbed |
I have planted daffodils throughout my woods, and in early spring,
the woods are speckled with spots of yellow and white flowers. If you want daffodils, obtain some from a
friend or buy some at the garden center.
Daffodils are reliably perennial, or come back every year, here. Deer do not usually eat them, and so they are
the perfect bulb to plant nearly anywhere in full sun.
the woods are speckled with spots of yellow and white flowers. If you want daffodils, obtain some from a
friend or buy some at the garden center.
Daffodils are reliably perennial, or come back every year, here. Deer do not usually eat them, and so they are
the perfect bulb to plant nearly anywhere in full sun.
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| Another baby thinks daffodils might be tasty (don’t worry, I didn’t let her munch down) |
Tulips are beautiful, but they do not reliably come back
here because our winters are not cold enough to give them the winter chill they
need to prosper. I plant them anyway,
and encourage them to bloom by either putting them in the refrigerator, inside
a paper bag, away from ripening fruit for about six week before I plant them, or
by planting them in a container outside where they get cold temperatures
without the insulating effects of the earth.
Although the aforementioned farmwife would think me extravagantly
wasteful, I usually treat them as annuals, and I pull them out and discard them
when they have finished blooming.
here because our winters are not cold enough to give them the winter chill they
need to prosper. I plant them anyway,
and encourage them to bloom by either putting them in the refrigerator, inside
a paper bag, away from ripening fruit for about six week before I plant them, or
by planting them in a container outside where they get cold temperatures
without the insulating effects of the earth.
Although the aforementioned farmwife would think me extravagantly
wasteful, I usually treat them as annuals, and I pull them out and discard them
when they have finished blooming.