Spring slowly arrived in our country this year. The days were cold and stormy, not encouraging to the human spirit nor to the earth waiting to burst into its annual blooming. Finally the daffodils and narcissus poked up some green fingers. Ah, spring is going to be here after all, I smile. Where are my tulips? Maybe with the weather they are slower, wait and see.
Time passes and in a smaller bed of columbines there are tulips. This means that all the red, yellow, orange, fringed are not coming. They have been part of the voles diet for the winter. Miserable rodents!! I should look at this from the scientific view and learn that bulbs from tulips must have a more delicious taste as compared to the daffodils and narcissus bulbs. The grape hyacinth has only one straggler left, perhaps another bit on the vole menu. I have found one tulip---a volunteer, unplanted---that valiantly pokes its green arms up each year, just a few feet northwest of the now bare-of-tulips area. How did the crafty vole miss that one?
Voles are just another of the enemies of yards. I see their paths here and there through out my greening grass, left as they have munched on the roots of the lawn grass. In the dirt of the flower beds, no paths of course, but the evidence of their presence is very strong. Now, some decisions, to put tulips there again for another year, or not? In the meantime get planting something else that will brighten my soul and get my fingers in the dirt. This is a very small adversity with which to deal.
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