Tulips

When Phil and I moved into this house in early April 1987 the front garden was fairly barren.

Then some tulips flowered; red, yellow and red and yellow.

The first thing Phil did to the front garden was to scatter some 6Xcowmanure fertiliser about. Over the years since I’ve dug out some plants I didn’t like, pruned a Japanese flowering currant to death (they look nice but smell awful) and planted things I do like.

 

But the tulips have been left to their own devices.

No digging up for splitting, no deadheading, nothing.

And they have rewarded this benign neglect by flowering and spreading every year.

Happy St George’s Day