What do you take when you’re going to visit Otto Fauser – the great guru of bulbs in Australia. This is a man in a category all of his own, of vast knowledge, and even vaster generosity.
I’d hoped to have my wall finished before heading off on this tour to the US in May. But time ran short, and I did that rotten thing, right near the end of a project, when you suddenly think of some great new addition to the idea.
Have you ever thought about how very few smallish evergreen shrubs there are with any longevity to speak of? If not, don’t. It might be best not to read on. It’s too sobering.
If anticipation is one of the assumed but rarely articulated responses that contribute an exquisite, almost painful ache to the whole garden thing, fragility is another.
I’ve got to test this out. How universal is the thrill of bulbs at this phase? This eruption through the earth’s crust is the perfect physical representation of the rumblings of joy that emerging bulbs produce.