I've never gotten my bulbs in the ground so late...I blame it on the weather. Warm, dry weather persisted so long that the hydrangeas, helenium and asters lingered into late October. I couldn't clean them up when I was still picking them!
Then we fell of the cliff into November eveyrthing out there was drenched, and I retreated indoors. In an intense little garden like mine, there's so much clean up that needs to be done to make space for bulbs to go in...it's not like there's empty ground just waiting to plant. It takes a leap of faith to get out there and work in windy, wet, cold weather.
Finally, I bundled up between rainstorms and managed to cut back hostas and perennials. I recaptured soil from land grabbing strawberries. I pulled out pumpkins, and dug out Alstroemeria as I do every autumn. Is it possible to rid of a garden of these persistent, pretty Peruvian lilies?
Here's the evidence...The Allium christophii went in at the front of the raised beds, the crocus are scattered beside pathways, in pots, and along the sides of the patio. The orange and purple tulips are stuffed just inches apart into the round feed troughs...and the exotic-looking peacock fritillaria are so expensive that there are just three of them in a big orange pot.
I never get over the miracle of sticking a brown, inauspicious looking lump of vegetative matter into the dirt, and by next Easter - a garden full of flowers. It's a miracle that fills me with wonder no matter how many years I've been lucky enough to witness the garden's springtime resurrection.
The cleaned out, cleaned up feed troughs, freshly stuffed with tulips in the bottom layer, crocus above.