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| Our last garden roses will be on the altar this Sunday, a few Veterans Honor. The size of this crop from earlier years includes Veterans Honor and Falling in Love. The chapel has been remodeled for sound. |
This strange autumn has seen drought alternated with heavy rains. We just had one and another is due for Saturday.
"Sassy, we have to go back!"
A sharp bark or two.
"Back to the bulbs!"
We had some remaining bulbs, large daffodils, small grape hyacinths, and enormous white grape hyacinths.
Fortunately, the ground was soft and the weather perfect for a few more divots. Sassy stood guard on the driveway and eventually told me she wanted back inside.
As bulb gardeners often say, we do not plant seeds, roots, or seedlings, but the flowers themselves encased in food for their journey upwards.
I ran into about a dozen bulbs from previous digs. They look like bulbs from the bag, but they also have roots. They will push the flower upward, wait for the right temperature, then bloom according to the Lord of Creation's plan, John 1:3. Furthermore, they slowly multiply in the soil, each year, making doubles and triples. I had a number from the earlier bags where I peeled them apart for their own separate place.
People glanced at my digging and planting efforts. They will hit the brakes in the spring and see:
- Daffodils of various colors and sizes;
- Grape hyacinths large and small, purple, white, and pink;
- Lilies, huge perfume bombs;
- Aliums (garlic) and a few others varieties.
