Pansies are instant gratification.  There’s room in the garden for pansies.  Bulb planting asks that we plan ahead, anticipate, and then enjoy years of delight lasting long after the digging and perhaps long after the digger is gone.  The ghosts of old homesteads reside among the daffodils  in now empty fields.  A testament to a gardener.

We are planting spring blooming bulbs by the hundreds each November/December.  It seemed foolishly abundant in the beginning.  But now anything less seems ungrateful and miserly.  A joyful legacy of planning and planting, anticipating and sharing.  Of course we cut the blooms and bring to the porches, to the table, and to the homes of friends.