We finally planted tulips bulbs this week. I wanted to get them into their winter beds before Christmas, but life slipped in and provided other distractions. For a few weeks, our box of bulbs traveled around in the trunk of John’s car where at least they stayed nice and cool. Yes, it’s a tad bit late to plant tulips, but I think they will be okay. The ten day forecast looks mighty cold. Cold will be a good thing for our bulbs now (hopefully) dozing in the soil.
The seasons seem confused. I suppose our bulbs may be too.
We bought our tulip bulbs a cold rainy day in early December when we needed a garden fix and ended up at White River Nursery. To me, nurseries during winter are like empty shelves at the grocery store, rare and a bit curious, not as they should be. I walked around, admired everything green I could find, enjoyed the peacefulness, imagined the plants that will spill over the tables in earliest spring.
We left with 70 tulip bulbs. Two different fringed varieties—New Santa and Purple Crystal.
Planting Tulip Bulbs
What a welcomed break to step away from book formatting / editing / designing and truly get my hands dirty again. It had been awhile, and the day felt spring-like.
The bulbs we purchased are mid-spring bloomers. We planted them five inches deep, according to the guide on the package.
An unexpected benefit of planting tulip bulbs was noticing changes in our winter garden. Tiny changes that can’t be seen while grabbing the mail or walking the dogs.
Spring is Peeking at Us
Daffodil stems are poking through the ground.
Lenten rose is quietly beginning to bloom, so unassuming they could easily go unnoticed.
Mahonia is doing it’s brilliant thing.
It seems early for all this fresh new growth. I say this every year while I hold on to my gardening hat and enjoy the ride, trying not to miss a single thing.
Even though our forecasted low for Monday is 19 degrees, spring is certainly headed our way, whether I get that snow I wish for or not.
What’s budding in your world? And what are you dreaming about for spring?
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.