The amaryllis are in full shout AND my replacement snow globe arrived unbroken.
The little cabin sits on something of a tilt but, so do many old cabins around here . . .
Best of all, after all that rain, the temperatures were in the fifties and I was able to get out and dig in the dirt.
Purposeful digging -- a friend gave me a bucketful of daffodil bulbs she'd dug before Christmas and between rain, snow, cold weather, and holiday stuff, I never found the time to plant them. But today everything was just right. I've put them in our entry way and behind the house.
And I'm pretty sure daffodils are something the critters won't bother. (Note the pansy above -- the lone one blooming from the two dozen or so I planted. A few more survive, though severely eaten down.)
Daffodils are one of the few plants that don't get bothered in my deer-ridden (and rabbit and mole and groundhog) yard. That and the poison ivy. For some reason, no one wants to eat the poison ivy.
Planting bulbs always feels like an act of faith to me.
Ab act of faith, indeed! Oddly enough, our cows will eat poison ivy. It doesn't seem to bother them at all.
Goats will eat poison ivy too. It doesn't bother most critters, just people. :(
The bulbs are gorgeous!!! Not much eats Daffodils, they seem to be a good bet.
Daffodil spears coming up in my garden which seems crazy but welcome. Bunches for sale in the grocery store -- and you've planted those hardy, cheerful bulbs - yay!
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