This week, in between cutting lots of flowers to bring inside before the temperatures drop, I planted bulbs. This past spring I saw the most amazing display of muscari bulbs and vowed to have some of my own next spring.
When I was ordering them I might have spotted some ornamental poppies with my name on them. A few tulips ended up in my basket as well. You can never have too many tulips.
I cleared a spot in my blue/purple bed for the muscari. In about 6 months I will know if I did everything right. Same with the poppies. I haven't planted bare root perennials before.
I also moved some coneflowers that were standing in for the cherry tree that died this year, and did some general flower bed clean up. As my hands were aching and my knees were creaking I kept telling myself how glad I was going to be to have done this already come spring.
My favorite part of the day was watering in the stuff after all the planting was done. Oh, and then taking advil and sitting on the porch and drinking a glass of wine and wondering why gardening is such hard work at times.
I love the melting of one season into another. End of the season flowers, plus pumpkins, on a sunny afternoon is some kind of wonderful... to borrow a phrase from Carole King.