The world's done froze up solid again and big fat flakes are whipping through the air. The view through the kitchen window to the ridge top gardens still looks firmly entrenched in winter greys and browns, but I know better.
Just before the arrival of the thickening curtain of large dry frozen flakes of cloud bits, in the strong chill wind, I went to go take a census. To the best of my ability crisscrossing the ridge top garden and not taking the same path twice I counted 129 clumps of mostly Daffodil/Narcissus type bulb foliage coming up through the leaf litter on top of the crunchy frozen ground, so far.
So far. I know there is another whole collection of summer bulbs, alliums and lilies that will appear. The iris and daylilies that are valiantly trying to turn green don't count as bulbs. I have heard talk of grand numbers of Wood Hyacinth or Spanish Bluebells, Hyacinthoides hispanica that grace this mountain ridge top. Maybe this other more rosette looking foliage arrangement I have been seeing belongs to them. Then again there are bound to be any number of lesser bulbs that are not tasty to squirrels, chipmunks and voles packed into the ground up here.
On a low average of 20 bulbs per clump at 129 clumps, so far we're looking at 2580 bulbs.
Then I wandered off to go look at rocks, particularly the ones in the piles of dirt left from the digging of the pits for the perk test and I discovered this odd looking red eyeball staring up at me from the ground.
Now how odd is that?