Hundreds and hundreds of fall bulbs.
I’m not a gardener. And landscaping (mostly consisting of gravel and native plants to replace the lawn) wasn’t supposed to begin until next year.
Then Neighbor J. went to Costco and went crazy. Insanity must have been contagious because I ended up committing to buy about 1/3 of the billions and billions of mega-pack bulbs she purchased.
I’m not ready for this. The dirt — which was going to be pickaxed, then artfully heaped next summer — isn’t ready for this. I’m going to be digging through grass with my itty-bitty little trowel to get these puppies under ground.
But the mid-October weather promises to be fair and favorable. So I guess I’d better get ready and get to work.
The packets consist of various alliums (including Allium Gladiator, which grows five feet tall), a selection of miscellaneous deer-resistant flowers, and a large bag of daffodil bulbs (which I didn’t buy, but which Neighbor J gifted to me when — I’m assuming here — she began to grok the reality of what she’d gone and gotten herself into).
I’m going to work with the assumption that even I can’t kill bulbs — especially daffodils, which grow around here like weeds. Wish me luck.