My son would be jealous.
This soggy barren flowerbed represents an afternoon of hard work, planting 129 bulbs.
I don't think I really like gardening (this IS my first house, remember, so I'm not totally sure). But I do like flowers. Hence planting bulbs. I love the idea that I can plant these babies once, and every spring they will bloom, for years to come. Genius. If that doesn't prove divine design, I don't know what does! (I think I'm so funny.)
Anyway, despite the fact that I was bent over digging in the dirt so my back hurts now, it was a lovely day for it. Overcast, but dry. Comfortably cool. I even enjoyed the smell of the dirt...well, at least until I unearthed what looked suspiciously like cat poop on the verge of petrification. Not quite petrified (though it held its shape remarkably well) since there was a bit of a...smell......
Moving on, there is a reason we ripped out all our shrubs and garden beds and seeded everything. I don't want to garden. And looking at my little rectangle, I was kinda thinking that was too much! But it's done now. I'll be on the look out for other perennials come spring. Any recommendations?
