Monday, March 21, 2011

Weekend musings


On a little excursion yesterday, DH and I encountered some darling crocuses, poking their heads through the soil. Alas, the only crocuses around our house are the ones on this canvas! Not that I didn't plant any when we moved into the house five years ago--I went through a bag of 50 bulbs in a relatively small area, hoping for a glorious display the following spring.

Assuming that the growing conditions here on the Cape were similar to that of Connecticut, where I'd been a pretty fair gardener, I liberally doused all the bulbs with bone meal as I planted. Wrong!
Where we live is particularly susceptible to moles/voles, despicable little nocturnal creatures with a voracious appetite for bulbs--particularly if the gardener adds bone meal as one does a cherry to the top of a sundae. The effect is similar to that of a neon sign, screaming "Eat at Anne's!"

So I consoled myself to a crocus-less existence by finishing the checkerboard on the "Think Spring!" canvas. I need to tackle some of the background next, before adding the blue inner border. Stay tuned!

5 comments:

Cool City Stitcher said...

I planted dozens of tulip bulbs a few years ago, and before I had taken off the gardening gloves, the squirrels had dug up most of them. No signs of spring yet, except that African violets inside the house are blooming. 'Looking forward to your crocuses coming alive.

Edy said...

Reminds me of the time my DH planted about 100 tulips -- ALL UPSIDE DOWN! Needless to say went tulip-less that year!

Needle Nicely said...

And in Florida, I'd kill (well, perhaps not so drastic) to see a crocus! It's already summer with over 75 degrees, so I can really enjoy your spring, Anne. Naturally not enough to move back North!!

Jan said...

I have a brown thumb, so I don't do flowers. But I love them. I was surprised to see you change the color on this one and go for blue instead of green. But I know this is going to look lovely when it's all stitched up.

Rachel said...

It seems to me that gardening is a constant fight against Mother Nature and her cohorts...