Apparently my house resides in some sort of time warp where vegetation grows incongruous to every other property in our area. My garden experiences at least a two-week delay in bloom time, which is frustrating when you are anxiously awaiting the dead winter to be replaced by a palatte of color. (I know gardening is an exercise in patience, but seeing daffodils in every yard other than your own is a bit torturous).
So speaking of daffodils, two blooms finally appeared yesterday (I probably have 70 bulbs planted in a border along one of our rock walls). Hurry up already! I completely don't understand it either, because my property has excellent loamy soil and full sun, compared to my neighbor's properties. And I water meticulously (when it is not raining every other day like it currently is). What's the hold-up?
This bloom delay wouldn't be so bad if it my flower season was two weeks longer than everyone else's, but alas, I get screwed by the fall frosts, which end everyone's gardening at the same time. So while my daffodils will technically last beyond those that I've been envying for the last several weeks, I might as well not even bother with autumn plantings. By the time they finally show their colors, winter will hit. Boo.
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