Titanarum

Bulbs, what are they like? Rubbish. Remember the hyacinth bulb I bought in November. Reduced for quick sale I bought it for £2.50, vase included. I rescued it from a fate worse than compost: the bin of Sainsbury debris. The Clementine sized bulb sent out roots galore but nothing happened on top. I stuck with it though, being caring and patient and all things gardener. And a month into the nursing the top began to respond. Much encouraged I posted a picture of it so that its promise could be shared. For isn’t a bud just that, a promise? But what a let down. Yes it grew. To the size of a toddlers hand. Yes it developed a hyacinth flower, a compacted fist-like tumour bent to the left. And yes, it was white like the picture on the package but for how long? A few days and then browning set in. It’s just not good enough. I know winter is a period of dearth for plant growers but come on. Get a grip. A plastic hyacinth doused in essential oil would have brought me more pleasure. And that is what life is about. Pleasure breeds joy, gratitude, loving and tenderness. Disappointment, on the other hand, brings nothing but rancid, sour, rotting emotions. Never again.