FIRST TULIP PATCH, the
The first crop of tulips is in the ground; happy anthropomorphic bulbs, crouching in the earth to brew their blossoms over the winter months.
We planted during the intersect between the dying and the growing moon. The best of each world. Ah Balance!
The daffodils are sleeping under bushes where they have thrived before, and the tulips are breaking new ground, down the hill past the lawn next to the yellow trees. One bulb lies next to the smallest tree! It’s practically invisible without the summer leaves. Each tulip patch has a daffodil as well this time, to add dash and color and company. Seven daffodils and six burgundy lace tulips. Whee!
We planted during the intersect between the dying and the growing moon. The best of each world. Ah Balance!
The daffodils are sleeping under bushes where they have thrived before, and the tulips are breaking new ground, down the hill past the lawn next to the yellow trees. One bulb lies next to the smallest tree! It’s practically invisible without the summer leaves. Each tulip patch has a daffodil as well this time, to add dash and color and company. Seven daffodils and six burgundy lace tulips. Whee!
Volunteer not planting a tulip
(next to a tiny, leafless tree)
(next to a tiny, leafless tree)
