Daffodils Disappear Beneath the Soil

Sassy walked to Pat and John's with me and then guarded the Rose Garden while I buried daffodil bulbs. The more I thought about digging, the more I wanted to write, but the digging won. 

Procrast A. Nation, my constant advisor, whispered, "And then you have to mulch where you planted, and start pruning the roses, and lug water to the Clethra quartet. Forget gardening and write."

I thought about Minnesota bulb planting. I had to rush because the ground was freezing so fast. I put most of the bulbs close to the parsonage, because the soil was not yet frozen. A member said, "We are not supposed to covet, but I sure covet your bulbs." We lived in our own house for a year, and I planted the ideal bulb garden. It was in full bloom when the realtors came to visit - we were moving to Arizona. Our agent was almost comatose from the floral display.

Sassy always adjusts her position according to the possible threat and the person or persons she is guarding. She sat on the sidewalk near me, facing the street, but always watching any movement from people on walks or going to work.

I picked a well watered and rained on-section, expanding the donut we first planted around a new Clethra (Sugar Spice shrub). I found a triple from last year, a daffodil where it grew two new bulbs on its sides. I split them to make three separate bulbs and flowers, destined to double or triple again.

Tulips fade while daffodils multiply.