Last fall, Ellyn and I were in a drugstore when I saw one of my favorite things on earth – an end of season sale on garden stuff! I scored a couple pair of cheapo gloves [cheapo gardening gloves make surprisingly good mulch, when taken off by a person who hates wearing gloves, laid on the ground and forgotten for several weeks – it does mean you need an endless supply of them though], and some ceramic plant stakes that I can’t find now that I want them. But what thrilled me even more, were the boxes of crocus bulbs that were marked down to fifty cents each.
At a dozen in each box, each of these little lovelies cost me 4 cents!And nothing is easier to plant than a crocus bulb – poke a big screwdriver down in the dirt about 4 inches, wiggle it around to make a big enough hole, drop in the bulb, and tamp in some soil on top.Then you have to wait of course. I was thinking I had gotten duds, because all of Larry’s crocus over the septic tank [he is a romatic at heart!] had come and gone before these even began to poke out of the ground. But, finally they did, and eventually, every single one of them bloomed. I think it may be the best buck fifty I have ever spent!