This morning, after another fabulous early morning bike ride, I took advantage of the (relatively) cool morning to plant some watsonia bulbs that a dear friend gave to me. I should backtrack a little here and explain what a watsonia is: it is a gorgeous, tall, white flower that is a "cousin" to the gladiolus. They are easy to plant, easy to maintain, and positively wonderful for bouquets. I love them. They also multiply each year until they are in huge clumps and need to be dug up, separated, and scaled down. This is why it is a yearly occurance for this dear friend to show up at church with watsonia bulbs to hand out to any who want them. Each year, I have wanted to take some, but never did, because what was the point of planting them at an apartment where I would not get to enjoy them for very long? But not this time; I finally have my own yard to make a garden and beautify as I desire!
As I was out in the sun digging holes and planting my bulbs, I couldn't help but daydream about the way I want our yard to look. I looked around and saw the perfect places to put rose bushes, hydrangeas, climbing vines, a tree.... I just pictured my gorgeous watsonia blooming tall and white behind a pink rose bush entwined with ivy, maybe beside a small fountain or birdbath.
It is a good thing I have a husband who will no doubt, in his practicality and wisdom, remind me of the expense of making my visions a reality and will reign me in. Not to mention the fact that I have a LOT to learn about plants and what works where.
All in good time. But I think I will go buy myself a hydrangea bush soon.