"Hello my friend!" it called to me! Nothing was going to stop me from enjoying the morning....not even the 36F temperature. It felt so much warmer to my sun starved spirit. So, I headed out there to do what gardeners do on warm days...
Get their hands good and dirty.
Visiting the shed, I noticed a box of bulbs that didn't get planted last fall when my hand couldn't lift anything. Crocus, tulips and alliums~and not your inexpensive big box ones, either! Some of the bulbs had developed sprouts and wonderful roots. The alliums were smelling very oniony~but, into the garden they went; planted at the feet of the monarda. A former gardenblogger told me that they produce sulphur that keep monardas from mildewing~it's worth the try!
Chances are the newly planted bulbs won't bloom this spring and there's an even bigger chance they won't ever bloom! It doesn't matter, digging in the garden soil, more then makes up for any lack of flower.
I did take the camera, but managed just a few shots...I couldn't make myself leave digging and expanding the Susans' bed to run to The Garden of Benign Neglect where I left it sitting on the patio table. The smell and feel of the earth was wonderful, a tonic for any gardener. I was careful to dig with my left hand and gently planted the tulips, creating a little stream along the edge. In my imagination, they are in full bloom. If they don't flower, that's exactly where I'll plant them next fall.
It was delicious out there.
My spirits were lifted.
Then the sun set in that marvelous way it has in the winter, lighting the trees to a golden reddish hue, as it sank behind the hills that surround my little part of the garden.
Did I mention that it was delicious out there?
I hope it was for you, too!
Gail