Fall Harvest Moon
If there is a perfect day, it falls in September with a light breeze, a blue sky with a few clouds and a slight chill in the air. Over our 20 years I’ve come to associate those days, and today is such a day, with the planting of bulbs. Sometimes the days fall in October, too, and I’m grateful for them then, too.
To celebrate this bulb planting weather I took to the brick patio and the three-tiered perennial garden we have there, digging out the hardy hemerocallis so I can have space for my bulbs. In late summer I usually have an Allan Greenspan moment, you know, irrational exuberance, and order far more bulbs than I have room in which to plant them.
Each year I have to remove plants that have overgrown, often they are hemerocallis, so that I can find the space for the bulbs soon to arrive. This year my exuberance was more irrational that ever, so I’m doing my space clearing a bit earlier and more comprehensively.
When I’m doing this work, I turn on FolkAlley.com and listen to folk music streamed from Kent State in Ohio. Seems to fit.
