All month I had waited for a day when we could get to the lot to plant some daffodil bulbs. I had a beautiful picture in my mind of how nice it would look in the spring, with bunches of yellow daffodils growing under the trees.
The day was unusually warm, so we headed up, with garden trowels, (silly Brian even brought a shovel) and flower bulbs in hand.
Two hours later, covered in dirt, very hot and tired, I realized that even with a full sized shovel, it is nearly impossible to dig a hole amongst the roots of a mature tree…. the bulbs that we did manage to get planted, I don’t think are deep enough to withstand the weather and animals.
Time will tell!
I did manage though, (suprise….!) to get a few pictures of my girl.
