I was going to spare you the pointy bits of green that will be daffodils and tulips… but then, on the way home from work, I spotted this near our back door:
I’d entirely forgotten I’d planted bulbs under the Cornelian Cherry in the yard, and even if I’d remembered, I’d have had no idea what I’d planted. And I definitely didn’t expect buds quite yet. I think this is Scilla siberica, the Siberian Squill, and a species tulip* at the back.
So I locked up my bike, ran upstairs to grab the camera and wandered around the building.
Outside our front door, I found this:
This was where I started my very first bit of Guerilla Gardening last Hallowe’en. Because, you know, what’s a balcony gardener to do with all those old flower bulbs? They might rebloom and they might not, but they’d take up space I’d so much rather use for new bulbs, and I can’t just throw them out.
So I decided to use them to prettify the neighbourhood. While I was waiting for NaNoWriMo*** (I was determinded to start working on my novel at midnight), I figured I might as well use the last hour for some not-entirely-legal gardening. So at 11 PM on Hallowe’en, I grabbed my trowel and the bulb-basket, in which everything I’d bought or grown the past year was jumbled together.
In front of every door in the building, I sneakily dug a hole and dropped in a handful of mixed bulbs. I love the excitement now of wandering around, trying to find all the patches and identify what’s growing there.
Not to mention the pleasant surprise of discovering all these buds already – I guess the crocuses are actually blooming already, and by the time I get home from work they’ve just closed up for the night.
*I should have a list of what I grew last year, to look up just which species, but I’ll do that some other time when I’m not late for bed.
**Or maybe Tulipa tarda. I can’t quite tell yet.
*** National Novel Writing Month – a challenge to write a 50.000 words novel in the 30 days of November