When the spring bulbs start pushing their way out of the ground it's spring to me. I'm quite excited about these bulbs since they are new this year. I was on a walk through a local park early last summer and came across a whole mound of bulbs they had ripped out of the ground and piled up to rot in the forest. I guess when you are maintaining a city park it's not worth saving spring bulbs, but to someone like me the notion of throwing plants away just makes me crazy. So I came back with a friend and we carried buckets and bags of them out of there. I set them aside for a few months, trying to figure out what to do with them.
Since they were all mixed, I didn't know what they would be or what colors so I had the hardest time deciding where to plant them. In the end I just lay them in this little garden bed as close as I could to see what would come up in the spring. I still had some left to plant around in the yard and in the tub shown, I tried to pick out all the same ones, and it looks like they are tulips maybe.
Whenever you plant a bulb in the ground there's that unsure feeling because you never know what's going on under there, but when that first green tip pokes up, just a great feeling. Now we just have to wait and see how many actually bloom and what colors they are.
In the meantime I've been crocheting owl bodies like crazy. I got some yarn and I just couldn't stop, must have done 20 in the last two days, staying up way too late and neglecting everything else I should be doing.
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