We got a bit excited with one of the primary school fundraisers and ordered a large number of bulbs that arrived last week. Such a box of fun - carefully picked from the catalogue and chosen for a particular place in the garden.
This post is not about those bulbs, it is about the line of random pots full of grass and weeds that were here when we moved in ... and we don't think the tenants had them so they would have been there for at least three years. I thought they might be salvageable to plant things in so emptied them out - and they were FULL of bulbs. This is about half of them, there were more.
No idea what sort - my husband thinks daffodils but all bulbs look the same to me - so I took the little tub full to plant underneath the pines at the road end of the front lawn, where no grass will grow. I am not terrifically optimistic but daffodils are tough, and these were free.
It turns out my little pot contained 157 bulbs, which took me three hours to plant, and now my legs hurt. But the odds are good for some of them to come up? I will report back in spring.
The cat watched me from the kitchen window. That is my reflection in my awesome orange overalls, which I still love.
In other gardening events, one of my broad beans is up.
I pruned the banksia roses and we took a ute-load of the clippings down to the community garden and added them to the dead hedge. It is quite a cool concept, but a bit untidy for us at the moment, we are not quite as feral in practice as we think we are.
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