You dig a hole in the fall, drop in a dried-up looking little nugget, and then come spring it emerges as something of bright-colored delicate beauty. Sort of the ugly duckling of the plant world. Bulbs are so pathetically easy to grow. It requires no skill whatsoever other than the ability to dig a shallow hole and drop in a little time capsule. And you only have to plant them once for years of color every spring. So here's the show from our garden, with a couple shots thrown in from elsewhere.
This was our best year for daffodils.
I salvaged this Hellebore years ago from a home garden slated for demolition.
These tulips are actually in front of the Edmonds Museum.
Early spring rotation on our front porch.
We have a huge camellia, could be more than 40 years old.
Not in our garden, but a flowering plum tree in the neighborhood. One of the first flowering trees of spring in western Washington, now in full peak bloom across the region.