Dearest spring. I’ve missed you.
I was going to wait to post about my bulbs until they were bloomed. But, I cannot help it. I was so excited to see they were popping out of the ground, I definitely did a dance.
(Although not a dance that caused a sprained ankle. Been there. Sprained that.)
I had been moping because it felt like everyone else’s bulbs have popped out of the ground. BUT NOT MINE. (Imagine a little pouting and foot stomping. My parents and husband don’t have to imagine. Unfortunately for them.) But, then I got home from work one night and Ryan said, your bulbs are coming up. I ran outside, and sure enough.
Last fall, I insisted we plant lots of bulbs. So, while normal people planted 5 or 10 bulbs, Hubby and I planted 105. Maybe a little more. This was more of a process than I expected, as each bulb had to be 6-8 inches in the ground, so far apart, etc. But, we did it. (Mostly hubby did it.)
And, now they are coming. I cannot wait to see the colors. I’ve been told that they may not all come up the first year. And, I’ll know. Because I may have planted them in a very specific order. Possibly in the order of rainbow colors.
Does that make me crazy? That I planted our tulips and daffodils in the order of red-orange-yellow-blue-purple-pink? (There was no green.)
I didn’t think so.
And, one actually has pretty purple blooms already. YAY!
Speaking of spring, we started our seeds in the house a few weeks ago. (A few very observant friends noticed this in the office post.)
I don’t have fancy lights or anything, but I get along okay. I planted the same seeds that worked for us last year. Tomatoes, peppers, eggplant and herbs. We used the same seeds from last year, which actually germinated well. Better than expected. I just stored them in a cool dry place (closet).
We’ll start some more seeds outside in April and early May. And, then we’ll purchase some transplants at the Farmer’s Market. Yay!
Spring is here in the Midwest.
What does spring look like in your neck of the woods?