>I want spring. I want a new year.
Last night I had some bad news (family health), and it just made me feel that 2010 has been far too full of drama and excitement for my taste. I would like 2011 to be somewhat more, well, boring.
Anyway, when the present seems less that ideal, that’s surely a good time to forget all about it and start thinking about the future. I know one shouldn’t trust super market plants or bulbs, but today I was really just in the mood for some escapism and some dreams of the future, so I bought some fritilliria and alium bulbs on sale. I don’t know; somehow it just seems more tangible that there WILL be a future, there WILL be May and sunshine and warm days, and there will – hopefully – be pretty plants to celebrate it.
Also, I generally just love fritillaria, especially the sort that you see growing wild in meadows. Not the tall, emperial-looking plant, but the small, gently swaying plant with the oddly-patterned flowers. In Danish they are known as lapwing eggs due to their supposed resemblance to those.
The Alium, well… I don’t love them, but they have such a nice, unashamedly brash colour to them, and the way the flower spheres seem to soar on those tall stems is always a bit of a wonder to me.
http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=flanegarde-21&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=0715314025&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifrAnyway. Tomorrow I’ll be at work from 8-16, then travel to a far suburb to attend the first class of my 15-week coaching course where I’ll be from 17:30-20:45, and then I’ll be home around 21:30. Long day, but also busy, so the weekend is just around the corner. Friday afternoon I will be off to the summer house and the garden, carrying with me a bucket of perennials and a bag of a poor, bareroot rose draged from the ground at the wrong time of year. And 4 bags of bulbs…
>I hope all turns out well. jim
>Thank you, Jim.
>I'm sorry things aren't going well for you. You're right though, let's get 2011 going already!
>Things are going well enough for me at the moment. I do worry about people I care about, though. In some ways that's harder than coping with first-hand troubles.