The more observant reader will notice that Tuesday has both come and gone and this website has remained silent. Fortunately Thursday might be just as good, and to its credit (and my salvation) the garden blog-world seems to be extremely well populated with the polite and supportive, so I have full confidence that anyone who would be bothered by this tardiness has long since abandoned following this blog. With that said I present this week’s Tuesday view.
Although I probably promised not to plant any more tulips last spring, fall came and I planted more tulips. In case you didn’t already know this, there is no way you can have too many tulips, but this of course assumes you don’t have nasty deer who rip out and crush your heart as soon as the flowers are ready to open, or squirrels who steal and squirrel away bulbs faster than you can plant them… these are things I’ve avoided so far, and luckily for me my typical animal plague, rabbits, don’t touch my tulips. I suppose after eating crocus flowers and foliage for the last few weeks they’ve finally lost their appetite for bulbs.
You may have noticed the flowering utility pole. I’ve been trying to throw a blind eye to the dogwood seedlings which pop up here and there (usually in the wrongest spots) but eventually they demand your attention. I can’t pull them and I’m much to lazy to find a better spot for them so on and on they grow until finally they’re too nice to get rid of. I’ll leave it to the next homeowner to scratch his head over logic behind growing a dogwood 8 inches away from a telephone pole or another two inches from the street curb… or the one practically under the eaves of the house. I could go on. Actually I just noticed at least a dozen more seedlings this spring, so I really might have to re-evaluate my plans or lack there-of, but for now I will revel in the rewards of doing nothing.
I’m sparing you from the tulip pictures just like I held back on the daffodil photos. I have many.
You might not think it but there have been a lot of tulip losses from the tulip fire fungus. My fingers are crossed it will back off as a problem as more average springs return (and less relentless rain) but only time will tell. Time will also tell if it was a stupid oversight to leave a (most likely) virused tulip growing in the bed.
Virused tulips and their surprising streaks were one of the driving forces for the Dutch tulipomania of the 17th century when the purchase and trading of tulip futures drove prices through the roof. It’s a cool connection and I think of this past when I look at my little typhoid Mary. We’ll see what happens. Not to sound too obsessed but I’m actually tempted by some of the real broken tulips which are still around from the Mania days. Old House Gardens offers a few which go back nearly 400 years and even though they’re pricy I challenge you to find a cheaper antique of equivalent age.
That’s it for my not-quite Tuesday view. As usual I’d like to thank Cathy for hosting, and if you’d like to see where others are at this week, give Words and Herbs a visit or even better join in with your own view. The more the merrier!