No, this post is not about "The Squirrel". hopefully, he doesn't eat tulips, unless whatever's in the crockpot is really vile that night.

 It IS the time of year when I should be planting more tulip bulbs, though I somehow managed to forget that until  talking gardening over coffee yesterday. My friend mentioned she had 400 tulips in her yard, and I was reminded that since only about half the three dozen bulbs I planted last year bloomed, I ought to plant more before the ground freezes. Which might be any day now, or might be in a month.

Many of the tulips that did not bloom this year never had a chance, because they were just squirrel food. Many a morning last fall, and early this spring, I would leave the house to find a few (more) bulbs dug up and gnawed upon. I would sometimes replant them, but sometimes not be able to commit to dirtying my hands, thinking I would get them later. But after a while, when the same bulbs resurfaced yet again, my enthusiasm waned. 

Tulip bulbs seem to be squirrel caviar.

Still, I love the glorious early spring colour of the tulips, after a long bleak winter which in God's country lingers too far into spring. I firmly believe and understand that "if you don't grow, you die". which in the case of the tulips, means since the darn varmints are bound to try eating more of my remaining few, I ought to include the garden center in my travels tomorrow.

Who knows, maybe MY tulips might look like this:

 UPDATE -I planted 50+ more bulbs. Tulips & crocuses along the front of the house, a few Narcissus around the birdbath in back. The picture on one package lookeda lot like the one above, so here's hoping that spring bursts forth with dazzling colour chez B.