I should be planting bulbs
but I'm late.
I'd like to be the sort of gardener who
can listen to exploding fireworks,
smug in the knowledge that hundreds of narcissi,
tulips, and alliums
have long since been interred in pots, lawn and borders.
Sadly there won't be any hyacinths flowering indoors
for Christmas because I didn't force them in time
and I haven't even received my Paperwhites yet.
I'm going to have to plant these with more support this year
as artfully balancing them on pebbles
has more than once resulted in an unwieldy mass
of toppling foliage.
I have got a few sprouting crocuses and muscari.
Sarah Raven advised planting crocuses in a sunny spot
to encourage them to open fully.
The shyest of our visiting cats pinpointed
the ideal position under a silver birch
visible from the kitchen window.
By the time I got out there,
Let's hope the squirrels weren't watching where I put them.