The last two days we’ve enjoyed highs in the 60s so a lot of people have been out working in their yards. For Christmas our friend Elaine Fry gave us fifty tulip and twenty-five daffodil bulbs so yesterday we decided to get them planted.
Turns out to be harder than I’d expected. I took on the planter box in front of the house and worked for an hour and a half digging holes eight inches deep six inches apart and planting one bulb, pointy end up, in each hole. When I finished, I looked at the enormous number of bulbs left in the sacks and figured it will take until spring to finish this job.
Meanwhile Sandy had been working around the corner. This was hard work and I felt a little sorry for her.
“How are you doing?” I called out, so stiff I could hardly climb down from the planter. “I’ve planted six. How about you?”
“Eight,” said my M.O.W.
I decided to let the poor thing rest and take it up again today.