The last day of bulb planting - finding pockets of empty soil in the beds while the sun shines and the grass still feels pleasant underfoot. Every fall I PROMISE myself I will NEVER buy bulbs again. Then spring comes and I the thousands of bulbs we've planted each year give such joy - the snowdrops, early crocus, chinodoxa, daffodils, bluebells, tulips - I cannot imagine a garden without them but think it enough. The tulips are gorgeous, but maybe, just maybe they will re-bloom next spring and there will be no need to plant any more in the fall. And then the catalogs arrive and I am seduced again - it would be good to have more anemones, the species tulips have been eaten by rodents over the years and probably should be replaced, and maybe instead of grubbing around the flower beds I could plant all the other other tulips in pots. That would be easy ... 5000 bulbs later......