I wiped away the weeds & foam. / I fetched my sea-born treasures home... Ralph Waldo Emerson







Sunday, November 29, 2020

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.....
















8 comments:

  1. I hope your Snow Glories bloom! I like those super-early bulbs, usually the blooms are tiny though. I have/had some white snowdrops, but they're easy to miss if they bloom in the snow!

    Ex's stuff on the upper closet shelves sounds heavy, I hope if you decide to move it that you'll get some help! But kind of cool the box of flower bulbs fell out - kind of a sign!

    Good luck with your computer hunting! I hope it goes well!

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  2. I love the hope in this post. Hurray for spring bulbs, hope, health. Plant happiness is a good mantra and food for thought.

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  3. Love the idea: bulbs=hope;))) So true; it is a magical thing to see the shoots pushing up through the dark earth in the springtime...
    good luck with them;))
    I am on the lookout at grocery for any leftovers--hoping for a nice small fern and a small spider plant...I need to renew my indoor gardening--I only have Christmas Cacti and one Hoya (that subbornly sits there and won't grow anymore!!) and a dish of succulents....
    Our old home (which I do miss) had so many plant windows; this one not so many; plus heating vents reside underneath most of them..
    so not ideal for plants.
    Looks like a "battening down the hatches" day today--stay safe and warm
    Hugs to you and Mo Julierose

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  4. Nothing says "hope" more than planting bulbs in the fall. May we all still be around, alive and healthy, when spring comes around.

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  5. “He who plants a tree, plants a hope.” Same goes for the bulbs! We all need that now more than ever.

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  6. We've had that beautiful full moon for the last two nights, but today is a day of rain, tomorrow the snow begins in earnest. Good luck with your bulbs, spring flowers are the best after cold gray winter. And daffies are my favorite!

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  7. I hope the bulbs make a nice showing for you,the little sprouts, too. I came across a few blooming narcissus in my backyard a couple weeks ago! It's been more than a few years since those stinkers came out to play ;)

    Your Thanksgiving sounds nice. Different can be a good thing.

    Wasn't that moon beautiful? Thanks, Mel, for the photo.

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