canny granny

I should be putting in my bulbs for Spring. You know what a bulb is? It’s a potential flower buried in Autumn, never to be seen again.

I’ve got these daffodils to go in, on the packet they’re described as “Carefree” and “Grandma’s Favourite”. Carefree usually refers more to the plant’s attitude than to my workload, and Grandma’s Favourite were the bulbs she planted until she discovered the free-flowering, disease-resistant hybrids.

Ah well, this is the time of year I remember that I have knees.

(Knee: a device for finding rocks in your garden)