Monday update--my green thumb

may still be here.

Back in November, I posted about planting a lot of bulbs in the yard. I dug an entire new flowerbed, which was not an easy task in our yard, and was something, looking back, that I shouldn't have done, since I was 6 weeks pregnant, but, since all I had to go on was my primary care doctor's declaration that I had miscarried, I needed something to do to get over being so depressed. I had some concerns because I know I didn't plant them according to the standards on the bag, and I also put them in pots on the landing of the front stoop. I promised an update, hoping they'd make it through the winter, but not totally sure they'd make it.

They survived. And are coming up through the soil. My daffodils haven't come up yet, but they might be late bloomers, the irises I wanted so badly to have didn't live, they just kinda rotted, but my crocusi are coming up in their little box and around our Japanese maple, and the tulips are pushing through the ground. It is probably some combination of our mild winter and my dumb luck, but it made my heart happy to see those stems coming through. We still have to mulch around them, so the bed is pretty, and they have a bit of protection, but I am as pleased with those little buds as could be. We've never really had color in the yard in the spring, unless I bought Gerber daisies and planted them, but we'll have it this spring. It's a harbinger of the new chapter in the life of Crazyville!