Pre-blog, my garden practice gets lost in the fog of history. I know I started gardening seriously in 1999, when we bought property, but I am not quite sure exactly what I was doing month by month until 2005, when I started documenting it with a blog. And that’s the only reason I started; it wasn’t to rant, exactly, though that came naturally early on. It was to keep track of what I was doing.
Now, I don’t much care about keeping track, but I was wondering when I started bulb forcing en masse, which has been my normal fall gardening activity for some time. I see an ebay “you won!” email for a vintage forcing glass from 2003, so it must have been at least since then. After about ten glasses froze, I stopped putting those in the root cellar, instead just pulling bulbs from soil and transferring them to the glasses when the time was right.
I know that not too many gardeners bother with any of this; many find the bulb-chilling period too onerous, and, I am sure, think the whole process is wasteful, as forced bulbs are considerably weakened for future planting (though it’s possible). But I get enough out of it to make up for all that, including winter gardening fun, holiday gifts, and—most recently—the pleasure of being called crazy by the very bulb-sellers who are taking my money. That (above) was one of my last notes from Scott Kunst, the former CEO and founder of Old House Gardens, and if anything could have confirmed my determination to continue my mad quest to make hundreds of flowers grow inside from December through March, that note was it.
Thanks, Scott! As of now I have 175 hyacinths and tulips in the root cellar, and plan to add the rest to the unheated attic (which I find works just as well) in the coming weeks. It’s a mild sort of madness—these days, it helps keep me sane.Posted by Elizabeth Licata on October 31, 2017 at 10:22 am, in the category Shut Up and Dig.