Planted Colchicum atropurpureum in the ell of the house this past Saturday, and I see something, either cat or renegade chicken, has dug up the tag. {Sigh} This is especially a problem as I’ve planted many different varieties in the spot. It’s sort of a nursery bed for my pet colchicums, as I think it is particularly warm and sheltered. The C. ‘Autumn Herald’ that I planted last week in this same spot has broken the surface; that was good to see. Also planted C. speciosum ‘Album’ on the shady side of the house, where it can bloom through some nice dark ajuga leaves. All the C. byzantinum (or what I think is byzantinum) that came with the house and I’ve relocated are blooming in full force, and C. ‘Violet Queen’ has also started, though its blooms don’t look violet to me.
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
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