The inherited tulips that have come up in all the wrong places opened yesterday, fuller today, and they are pretty, if frustrating. Most are red; a clump sitting oddly in the herb patch are yellow with red flaming into them -- very echt Dutch colours, so I'm ok with them in themselves, although THEY HAVE TO MOVE. The trouble with moving bulbs this time of year is that you have to give the leaves time to die back, taking in nourishment while looking progressively more and more ugly, and then you're never sure they're going to be happy being replanted in the hot weather -- but if you don't do it while you can still see where they are, you're sunk in October. Gah.
I almost never cut flowers and bring them into the house, but I'm tempted to cut some of these. Tell me I'm wicked to be feeling vengeful against teh flowers.
The white tulips I planted are at least a week away from opening, I think, but they're meant to be late, and this is their first year. The daffs are surging finally -- again, they're May-blooming, and they should have scillas with them, although I think there has been some scilla-cide committed by squirrels.
Gotta get srs about my Vesey's order. No reason any longer not to be overplanting nasturtium seeds just everywhere, for great glorious overflows in the fall. Must find the photos I took years ago of Rik lying in huge beds of nasties in September, stretching out over the lawn for yards and yards. I'm mainly a lover of perennials, but the nasties have a special place in my heart -- they are so beautiful, so tasty, and so aggressive. :twisted: As Tiny Tim
once didn't quite sing, "Tip-toe ... through the nasties ... with meeeeeee."