Commitment

A friend from school and I have committed to walk together every day. In the physical sense, we are not walking together, as she lives in Massachusetts, but we have set a time and an intention to walk for a specific amount of time together each day. It has only been two days, and I have only been able to get out and walk once; this morning.

So I walked, and then I came home and conquered the yellow and red striped day lily in the back bed. It has gotten big and I want to plant a cherry tree in the bed as spring comes along. So, I dug it up and left it's parts on the path in the garden until I have the energy to go and move it to the trash.

But, I digress.

It's a beautiful day here and as I walked I found myself peeking into other people's gardens and wishing I could randomly plant hundreds of crocuses, because so few people seem to bother and they are such sweet flowers at this time of year.

Every year come autumn, I think, I'd like to buy more crocus and daffodils and plant them, because I love them and they seem to me to be quintessentially reminiscent of childhood, along with snowdrops and aconites. I grew up in gardens. I learned to live and breathe with plants. In recent years I haven't purchased more bulbs for one reason and another - lack of money, being out of the country, having bought bulbs that didn't come up.

This year, I'm going to buy a whole bunch of bulbs and plant them willy-nilly.

And an addendum:

Some time has passed today between starting and publishing this entry. I went back outdoors to put up a bird feeder and throw out the day lily parts, and was tempted to dig up the other elderly daylily plant. And so I tried. And I broke the head of my fork clean off. I have other forks, but poop. So much for my bravado at taking on the plant single-personedly.