Last night was taco night at home. In preparation of this meal, I was able to pick a handful of cherry tomatoes from our bushes in the yard. I am eating the last three of those with my lunch today. I seems very probable to me that these are the last three until next year, but there are still some green ones and the weather is warm, so maybe I’ll get a few more.
One evening last week, as I was running some errands, I found myself with a few minutes to kill in the Springhurst area. I remembered that there was a spot nearby where I had seen lots of daffodils in the spring. This spot is pretty neglected; it is near the base of a telephone pole on the border of a vacant lot and a small strip mall, where a house stood until a few years ago. I had made a mental note of it in the spring, because I had the idea of slipping over there and swiping a few bulbs. I don’t know who owns the property, but I find it hard to believe that they cared one tiny bit if some daffodil bulbs were heisted.
So that’s what I did. I happened to have my metal detecting gear, including my hand spade, in the trunk.
I wasn’t exactly sure where to dig, because the spring vegetation is completely gone after summer sets in. So I dug one test hole…nothing. A second hole…nothing. I thought I’d try one more, and give up if it was still non-productive. The third hole had a big clump of daffodil bulbs.
I hosed them off when I got home, and now they are in the garage. I’ll plant them soon, but I still need to figure out where.