If it weren’t for you guys, it would be smooth sailing for me bulb-wise, with hundreds of bulbs tidily
buried at the correct depth around my garden, quietly preparing to dazzle me as early as February. But nooooo, you all just HAD to donate whole bags of your plump, irresistible bulbs as favors for the unsuspecting party-goers at the American Horticultural Society’s Christmas party.
Yes, in the line of gardenblogger duty I was there, thanks to an invitation from the staff of The American Gardener magazine. Eating their food, drinking their wine, talking gardening with actual professionals, and taking as many bulbs off their hands as I could. Now it’s back to digging for me.
*Imagine this sentiment expressed with fist shaken toward the heavens, Stephen Colbert style.