Monday, 24 October 2011


This yellow daisy is the last plant to flower anywhere around my house in the country. It is not in my flower garden - it is actually a "volunteer", a plant that has gone wild and seeded itself down in the front yard. I have enjoyed its bright cheery colour at this increasingly dark and cold time of the year. I took this picture of it on Sunday to record the last gasp of autumn.

It is always hard to say goodbye to all the flowering plants in my garden. But I have certain rituals that help me. Last weekend, I spent a lot of time digging up the flower beds, pulling out weeds, cutting back perennials, turning over the soil, preparing for the months ahead. 

This is the part I like the best - planting bulbs for the spring. I dug several holes after turning over the soil and placed the bulbs in groups at the bottom. 

Then I covered them over with earth saying, bye for now - go to sleep - see you in six months. I planted about 40 of them on Sunday.

During the coldest and most brutal part of the winter, it is comforting to think that the bulbs I planted last fall will be coming up in a couple of months and blooming - as they did last spring when I took this picture of some of the tulips in my garden. I look upon this as an investment in the future, my annual ritual of Hope.


Ronna said...

Love this post. Planting spring bulbs is always so hopeful, isn't it?

Sarah said...

Can't wait to see the results of your labours next Spring!