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The tulips have finally died down, more or less, and I can now attempt to lift and store them. As suspected, this involved uprooting practically everything else in the trough, including the garlic, a lot of field poppies on the point of flowering, a couple of self-sown marigolds, and what was either camomile or love-in-a-mist, as well as the usual chickweed and forget-me-nots. (Forget-me-nots are a pretty blue, but the flowers are pretty tiny compared with the size of the plant, and unlike the speedwell and ivy-leafed toadflax (also uprooted in the process while in full flower) the plants themselves have quite large and dominant rosettes of leaves that can easily take over a pot entirely.)

Where the foliage had died down entirely it was actually pretty hard to *find* the bulbs, given that they had been planted four inches deep and were in the middle of a mass of roots! Hence the general destruction... ( Read more... )