Flower Bulbs - Hope

above, the bottoms of the bulbs' boxes....

Hello on this last day of November, the end of the long no-celebrations weekend. 

After those very cold early November days there have been quite a few warm days, and actually, after the torrential rain stopped, Thanksgiving was warm and sunny. We could have had the dinner outside, my dream for many years. But no, just a brief visit and some Face Time with family, which was fun.

Mo and I are eking out our deck afternoons.

I just re-bungeed all the deck furniture, a storm with high winds may come tomorrow [today].  I did some sewing and Mo enjoyed the peace and quiet. It is chilly though; I bring out Mo's sherpa kennel bed for him to lie on, working on his tan.  And we did a good deck planter clean up, something that I have been known to neglect, some years.

 I put in a handful of spring bulbs, just for fun, for ''maybe'', for hope.  To me spring flower bulbs are the epitome of hope, in faith in the future. You plant the drab little nuggets and think, I WILL be here in April! I will survive the cold , the wind, the dark, the Covid.

I picked up the box of tiny Tete-a-Tete bulbs at the grocery store, on sale for 3.oo. Truly it's cheaper and more dependable to buy the planted bulbs when they appear in the store in late winter. But what's the fun in that?

I love bulbs, the soft brown colors, the creamy innards, the occasional green shoot.  

And when the cable guy was rooting through every. single. closet in my house, redoing, well, cables, he must have knocked this box of pretties. on the right, off a dark shelf, because there they were on the closet floor, making big eyes at me, begging to be planted too.

I think they may be from 2016. And they are very dry. But here they are, so in they go.

That closet is my ex husband's last bastion of possession here at the cottage. It is no longer crammed with his out of season coats but the upper \shelves hold his mammoth tool chest and sports equipment; painting supplies cover the floor. So you can see how the little box of bulbs, put in there because it is unheated and dark, got lost in the mess a few years ago.

I dug up the baby elephant ear bulbs, The large mother bulb, big as a cantaloupe, disappeared entirely.

and my amaryllis. It is resting now, has died back. In another week I'll give it fertilizer and start watering it. I'd be thrilled if it too grew and bloomed.

Oddly though seeds planted in that pot didn't grow well this summer, once the soil was turned over and brought inside, I am seeing tiny tiny sprouts of green. Whatever could they be? Weeds or marigolds..a mystery.

It would be exciting if my tiny bulbs grew next spring. I hope I am here to see them flower, as the post-Thanksgiving medical news is so frighteningly hopeless. The statistic for my state [and nine others] is that one person in a thousand has died SO FAR from the coronavirus. That makes it seem very immediate, a frighteningly real situation.

Spring bulbs--plant happiness! Plant hope.

PS I am again having computer difficulties. New one should be up and running in a week or two? But please forgive me if I seem lax in email responses. Thanks for your patience. If I disappear, pls check FB and Instagram pages.

PPS Gorgeous full moon tonight. To me, this is the Hunters' Moon.

Photo, Moon over Kansas tonight, from Mel.

love

lizzy

gone to the beach.....