10 July 2011 14:39:39
Every year I buy bulbs.They allegedly are the easiest thing to grow. throw them at the ground and hey presto, a beautiful border of perfect colour, and all arranged into perfect patterns and designs. A floral display that will impress the socks of any gardener. Well that what it says on the tin and thats what you get, well that is if you are not me.
I in my lifetime have spent enough money on bullbs, so much money I could certainly buy this country out of its finanical woes. So I hear you say I should have acres of beautiful floral displays, but alas no, as a matter of fact nothing. The only bulbs that grow for me are daffodils, and I am grateful to them for putting in a display for if they did not, I might as well give up. They are the excetion to the rule. no other bulb puts in an appearance. I later find them in the flower beds the following year, hollowed out shells or rotten masses, a far cry from the beautiful display I was hoping for.
This year I decided to give them one last chance, I planted Irises, Dutch iris to be exact. Well lo and behold one after another they started to put in an appearance, well three of them did. Three out of Twenty five bulbs, a complete disaster. Now the three that grew were beautiful, and at one stage gave me hope that I was about to break the curse of the non growing bulbs. When the first one put in an appearance, I began to hope, when the second appeared I was delirious and when the third appeared I was celebrating. After That I waited with anticipation for the rest to appear and i am still waiting. The bulbs had the last laugh, filled me with hope and then cruelly crushed me, forever turning me against bulbs.
From now on I am a seed man, bulbs are for those who love and understand them, not for me, where their sole aim is to become a rotten mass in my flowerbeds.