Ever since a co-worker gave me a couple of bulbs from her garden seven years ago I've been following the same routine. After the first fall frost kills the plant leaves, I cut the dead foliage off just above the soil level, dig the bulbs up, shake off as much dirt as possible, then put the bulbs in an old recycling bin. I carry the bin down to the basement (which is the coolest and darkest place in the house), where I stash it on top of the freezer.
During the winter I do nothing to or for the bulbs. Every spring when I bring them outside I find out that somehow they knew it was time to get growing:
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| See the sprouts? |
I'm pretty sure my mom has some of these!
ReplyDeleteamazing how they keep coming back! I've never done that.
ReplyDeleteKathy I thought you would like this blog http://whenweedswhisper.blogspot.ca/2015/05/weeding-is-harvesting.html?m=1
DeleteThat happened to me in Illinois with amaryllis. I kept the bulbs in the basement crawl space. I forgot about them and found them when they were already starting to grow a stem. Nature is amazing!
ReplyDeleteMy dad had a beautiful bed of cannas. Mostly red. We called them his cannons. I always forgot to dig them up.
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