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When I was in high school, my mother handed me a mail order bulb catalog and told me I could pick something out to plant. (I guess I had done all right by the daffodils and she wanted to encourage me further.) I was ignorant, but I knew I wanted the earliest blooming bulb I could find that had yellow, sunshiny flowers. By reading the catalog copy and looking at the pictures, I knew winter aconite, or Eranthis, was it.
I planted them on either side of the front walk, under the yews that stood sentry at the front door. They came up that first spring, and every spring after that, earlier than the daffodils. My mother never forgot that I planted them, and when I left home she always mentioned in a letter or phone call that they were blooming, and they reminded her of me.
Beginner’s luck.
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