Believe it or not there is life stirring under all that snow. Spring bulbs amaze me, they fight their way through whatever the weather throws at them and make it into flower surprising us all.
Of course if you were organised (or planting in other people’s gardens as I was) the bulbs will have gone in over the autumn, but here in the new garden I have hardly planted a thing. I shoved a pot of grape hyacinths in because I saw they were sprouting, and I have some alliums in pots which I transplanted whilst they were still green last summer, but the lovely species tulips I’ve been collecting every year from Chelsea didn’t get very good treatment. As I should I dug them up after flowering and kept them in the garage. Then they came here and just sat in the shed until the week before Christmas, when I put two big pots together. But there are loads left. I must put them into compost as soon as it thaws otherwise we’ll have tulips in September, but that’s not looking likely any time now.
And if you’ve got some bulbs hanging around somewhere that you didn’t plant on time, never mind, just get them in. They might flower at slightly odd times, but they’ll sort themselves out next year. Very clever things bulbs.