They’ll be staying there, too, because I don’t think H. Sandy is going to let me plant them for a few days. A minor complaint, to be sure, in the face of all the gloomy prognostications I have been hearing and reading over the weekend (best wishes and good luck to all of you in the coastal target areas). Truth is, it takes a lot less than a hurricane to put me off. Pretty much any weather situation less than 55 or wetter than a drizzle is enough to keep me inside.
Bulb planting marks the grand finale of my outdoor gardening season, and I can truthfully say that it’s a relief to forget about the garden for a few months. While there are certain aspects of warm-zone life that I might envy, year-round gardening is not one of them. I’m happy to putter with my indoor bulbs (which account for a good portion of the 1073; most of the rest go in big pots), keep my houseplants alive, and turn my attention to other things.
At this time of year, I also tend to avert my eyes from gardening advice columns, which are usually lists of things I never do. Like fall clean-up. Whatever is still there to be cleaned up—most leftover plant material tends to dissolve on its own—can be taken care of in the spring, when stuff needs to look good. Or weeding. In late fall? Why bother? Raking is necessary with the heavy maple leaves, but fortunately there are folks around here who will do a great job for a relatively modest sum. As for tools, they just need to be where I will find them in the spring. That’s it.
So let the winds and rain of fall rage as harmlessly as possible. I’m done. Or will be when these 1073 are under some dirt.