They'd been used to decorate the hall for a special Mother's Day brunch in a Montreal hotel. Now the hotel had no use for them, and they were headed from the trash.
But Denis spread them out on a tarp in the lane behind our houses and offered them to anyone who wanted them. "No guarantees that they'll bloom next year," he cautioned. "Their leaves haven't had a chance to make enough chlorophyll to stoke up the bulbs."
So I didn't have much hope, although I planted them at the end of August in hopes that a little more time in the ground might make a difference.
It would seem it has!
I can't remember how many I planted but five clumps are now in fine bloom, making this sorry world a brighter place.
1 comment:
So lovely! Thank you.
By the way, my MP Alexandre Boulerice is gathering ideas from Rosemont-La-Petite-Patrie about a sustainable restart after the pandemic. You can consult his site, and I've sent it to friends in adjacent ridings; yours, Laurier-Ste-Marie (Nima), Papineau where I lived before, a few short blocks from where I live now, Casgrain and de Castelnau.
There are scary efforts by the ecocidal right to undermine public transport and encouage increased suburban sprawl. Vectors of planetary death.
Bon printemps!
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