Eye Candy for Weary Souls

"Bulb-planting in the fall is always an act of hope. This year, it becomes a form of therapy. When the crocuses, daffodils, and tulips next flower, we will be assured of at least one thing: It won’t be 2020."

Normally, I like to write my own stories, but I found the first paragraph from the article, "Planting Bulbs Offers us the Glimmer of Hope that We All Need" in Wednesday's Philadelphia Inquirer so compelling, I decided to open this blog with their words.

Not only are well all weary and tired of this pandemic, but I would venture to guess most of you are like me and pretty tired of the presidential elections this year. Every year it seems the same to me, from my first election memory when Jimmy Carter ran against the incumbent, Gerald Ford. I was in 5th grade, and I will never forget what an ugly, contentious battle our nation had back then. This year seems no different to me, I'm just ready to move on. If there's anything I have learned, it is that the sun will come up after Election Day, and thankfully the bulbs will stun in spring.

One of my favorite things to do is to plant bulbs, because they are a promise that there will be a future; that tomorrow will come. How beautiful the tomorrow will be partially depends on your bulb planting skills. I'm not that talented, but I do love daffodils. I find daffodils to be the best fit because squirrels and deer despise them. Its more comforting when I know my garden is full of daffodils and alliums, because I know they will blossom and fill my garden with color just at that moment when I need it most - the end of winter.

Bulbs can be ordered online and picked up in our local stores. I've seen them right in the entryway of both Lowes and Home Depot, so if you are so inclined, plant a few bulbs and put a little sunshine in your life and your neighbors!