Feeding the soul, one bulb at a time

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I just spent twenty much-needed minutes in the garden.

I reburied some half-bare tulip bulbs. I think it was a matter of the weight of the ice in that spot, and its melting pattern, carrying some of the soil away. I added new soil and watered well, and actually dug new holes for a few of them. I removed dead stalks from my mums and a few other spots, dug a couple of weeds now while I could get to them, and worried over my slightly-yellow daffodils. I rejoiced over my bright purple crocuses and those that are still working at blooming, and discovered a whole bunch of tiny sprouts that I think are feverfew but might be basil (they were in the same location; I'm not sure how well basil seeds would have wintered over, though, and I'm quite sure the feverfew would have.) I noted with glee the little tufts of chives (ready to start harvesting in a week or two!) and the buds on the lilac bush. No sign yet of the peony, which surprises and worries me a little. My thyme seems to have wintered over, and is greening up underneath. I've got sprouts of oregano and either mint or lemon balm in my planter - those two were practically on top of each other and the leaves aren't big enough yet for me to pick one, so I'll wait and see. I added some more dirt to my potted daffodils, which aren't quite as yellow as the ones in the ground, and enjoyed the green artichoke-like buds on the hyacinths.

Twenty minutes made a huge difference to my mood, and some difference to my plants, as well.

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[merlyn4401.livejournal.com]

Glad you're feeling better. :)