The good neighbour Larry always gives me some plants. He starts them inside starting in February. To say he has a green thumb is an understatement.
I also start a few plants in March. When I have one or two that don’t look like they are going to make it, I let them convalesce at Larrys, and he breaths life back into them. It is like a spa for plants.
The plants he gives me must feel bad, because they go from a perfect environment to where they must survive.
‘Treat ’em mean, keep ’em keen,’ he says, is my motto.
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I could do with a spa person for the stuff I plant – it almost always fails. I’ve come to the conclusion I can only grow bulbs!
I put in a few Gladiolus bulbs this year. They are just coming up. They are out in the open and will have to survive the coming wind and hail. Also, the directions say I have to dig them up before winter and store them in the basement for next year. It all sounds like work to me. The other bulb I plant is garlic and it gives me grief as well.
I never dig up my bulbs and they do okay but we don’t have your severely cold winters (although it feels like it with them being so damp!). Gladioli are my favourite garden flower!