This entreaty would be every gardener's dream. Alas, these bulbs aren't free. Nothing's free at Terrain, my friend! Then again, wouldn't it be nice to have someone else do the forcing?
This spring is going to be an interesting one for me. Because of construction projects at my house - note the plural there, please, we're talking inside and outside - I'll have a chance to redo about half of my hard-won garden.
That's the optimistic view. The pessimist in me is sad to see so much hard work, to say nothing of the expense and the plants that have been growing for five to eight years out there, be obliterated. And it was obliterated, buried under huge piles of dirt. The crew put everything back together very nicely, but a lot was, of necessity, lost.
Still, the other day I saw some hosta shoots poking through, no doubt fooled by the Winter That Would Be Spring. That's encouraging, considering I divided those hostas myself. Big hostas. Big job!
So when I saw this sign, exhorting shoppers to help ourselves, I sure was tempted. But I'm going to practice patience, and wait till spring (and fall after that) to restock my garden with bulbs. At that point, anyone wanting to donate to my cause is welcome to step forward.