I have a secret to share. I love summer (no that’s not the secret). After the first frost and the beautiful annual flowers are gone, I don’t have the oomph to do yard work (that’s the secret).
My oomph goes into hibernation much like my frogs and other critter pals. I like to be indoors doing “indoor” things like reading, writing, naps, and praying for spring. Those are my kind of winter sports. Perhaps an occasional sashay into a store like LL Bean (that counts as a winter sport, doesn’t it?) to buy a flannel shirt to make me look outdoorsy.
I have a box of spring bulbs sitting in my garage waiting for a home. These are intended to be planted in September but somehow, even though I walk past them several times a day, I forgot.
Not only did I forget during September, I forgot during our recent unseasonal weather with highs touching near 80 degrees.
Now that the weather is more seasonably cool, I need to do it or I’ll lose them. Part of the problem is it’s not so easy.
I have redone (as in removed) many of my flower beds for easier maintenance. Having a bunch of bulbs with the after-bloom leaves decaying all spring does not make it pretty or easy.
I used to hide them between day lilies. The lily foliage would hide the dying hyacinth leaves.
Those marauding deer came through, eating my lilies so I removed them (the lilies not the deer!).
Now I will join the ranks of squirrels who are hopping around burying their nuts. I will be the big one in the hoodie.
So…what do you put off until way past the last minute?