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Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs

By Kate_miller
Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs
Woke to the first truly cold winter morning, and since I have a partially house-trained puppy living with me, we were outdoors, in seconds flat, to prevent an accident that could ruin the day.
Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs
Loud crunch of ice beneath my feet. I soaked in the sunlight, dressed in a long coat and hat, to hide the fact that I'm still in my jammies.
And, I intend to stay in those jams for several more hours! Savor a cup of cowgirl coffee and gently ease into the day.
Which is just one more reason why I love winter. (Quiet season for this horse and flower lover.)
I guess if I died and came back as a flower, I'd be a Tulip. Because they only flourish after a prolonged deep freeze. And, I need winter to recharge my batteries.
Or, maybe not. Tulips are weak and I'm a survivor.
So, I'd probably be an Allium bulb.
Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs
Critters won't eat us Allium bulbs. We're smelly members of the onion family.
Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs
Plus, my morning hair is almost as crazy looking as the Allium Schubertii bulb before I take a shower.
Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs
Well, here it is, a few days before Thanksgiving.
I've spent the week in my hand cast. [Having elected to break that hand by trying to fix the garage door.]
During which time I have not improved any left-hand writing or typing skills.
However! I have wrangled the dictation app on my computer into submission and I'm really enjoying the insanity of talking to my computer and seeing what it types. (As I am doing right now...)
Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs
I'm assigned pies for the big feast and I absolutely hate making pies. Because it always begins with perceived failure on my part. 
I have never been able to beat Pillsbury at the pie crust game. Their pie crusts taste better. So, no matter what type of pie I'm creating, it goes into a store bought crust and that, somehow, feels wrong when you're preparing for the ultimate, annual feast.
Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs
But, I did go buy the ingredients for Maple Pecan, Sweet Potato, and a Sky High Apple Pie. That should teach the powers that be not to assign me Thanksgiving pies. Because nobody is getting pumpkin on my watch.
I've never actually tasted pumpkin pie. But, I'm pretty sure I would hate it, And, whenever I admit that, some weirdo scoops up some pumpkin pie - onto their fork - shoves it in my face and says: Oh, give it a try.
Like I'm gonna do that. During flu season.
Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs
Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs
So, anyhoo back to those bodacious bulbs. Now's a good time to tuck some away in your refrigerator.
Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs
Not to plant next to year. To enjoy in February when nobody - including me - has an ounce of love for the never-ending winter.
With any luck, the picked over remnants of autumn flower bulbs are marked down to a dollar a bag at your local Home Depot. [Or whatever big box store is near you.] So, buy a few and let's have some fun.
Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs
* If you get online you'll find a plethora of websites providing laborious detailed instructions on forcing flower bulbs.
Step One: Turn off your computer. Laborious instruction makes me crazy because it is very discouraging to new gardeners.
Pies, Puppy Love and Pretty Bulbs
I force bulbs every winter. Here's what I do and it works like a charm:
  • Store bulbs in a paper bag (keeps the light out) - in the crisper drawer of your freezer.
  • Remove any fruit from that crisper drawer.
  • Ignore those bulbs for six long weeks. 
  • Haul 'em out. And, watch 'em go hog wild.
  • Easy peasy. 

Uh.. but just to be clear. Don't try forcing peas. :)
Hope you're all having a marvelous weekend!

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