What a disgusting winter. And when I say this I am including all the atrocities and catastrophes we have seen occurring across the world—some of them as I write this. It has been disturbing and depressing inside and out for months.
Though a couple minor snow events will likely roll in before spring truly arrives, we are finally seeing some mid-50s in the forecast. Snowdrops and crocuses are appearing. I was happy just to see the ground, which has been intermittently covered since November—a long time even for here.
The uncertain times could be one reason—according to a recent GWA survey—that gardening is becoming as widespread among those under 40 as those “of a certain age.” Not that I place great stock in these surveys—all of which seem to be conducted by organizations that have the most to gain by a gardening uptick. (I never see the big general polls—Gallup, Pew, Zogby—surveying gardening. I guess they don’t think it’s important enough.)
But I can believe that there is some sort of across-the-board increase in gardening, even if not as dramatic as the industry cheerleaders would like us to believe. And I can believe that many will be happy to turn off the news and work outside this spring. This year, my tulips were starting to bloom inside, just as the snowdrops were revealed by last weeks thaw. Other ways of hastening the season include bringing big indoor plants outside as soon as possible as well as big pots full of bulbs, which will likely come up before the ones in the ground.
As for all my indoor forcing containers, they will be filled once more with summer bulbs like lilies and dahlias, creating (hopefully) a phalanx of color and scent. Such a relatively cheap strategy of creating beauty seems constructive—in some small way. Happy Bloom Day.