I have been slowly winding down the garden for the season. There hasn't been a frost yet, but it won't be long. One of my jobs this week was cutting back the Gladiolus murielae.
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| Gladiolus murielae |
I have admired these flowers in other people's gardens. When I spotted some corms at the garden centre this spring, I decided to try my luck. It was a good choice. The flowers were fantastic with their white drooping heads held on tall, sturdy stalks about three feet tall. I don't think these tender bulbs would survive the harsh winter here, so I set about digging them up, cutting back the foliage, and putting the corms into storage. |
Gladiolus murielae remind me of shorebirds.
Don't ask me why, they just do. |
The process of collecting the bulbs and placing them into paper bags in the hope that they will bloom again reminded me of the cycles of the garden and the hopeful outlook of the gardener. This is the poem that came to mind.
Paper Bag Potential
Shake off the dirt
Give the roots a trim
Put the bulbs in a paper bag
Place in a box
Find a dark shelf
Persist through winter's icy lag
Open the bag
Inhale summer's scent
Witness flowers patiently wait
See the green sprouts
Dream of what is to come
Prepare to plant and celebrate
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| Bulbs in a paper bag |
Here's to the potential of all the bulbs, corms, and seeds being collected and prepared for winter storage right now.
Happy Gardening!
