Muscari neglecta

As some of you know, I've been gardening here for 9 years, after 20 years of just wishing I could garden here (we were renters). And in every one of those 9 years, I have found something new. This year, it is two clumps of Muscari neglecta, tiny and overrun by golden rod. There are also three other plants that look like they must be bulb plants, but so far, only leaves. I thought perhaps some more autumn crocii, but if they are, they are much different than the ones that I already know about.

A student in a poetry class once told me that gardening was beyond a doubt the most pathetically boring thing in all the world. What a sad child she seemed to me, having closed herself off to all the adventure and history and sheer beauty.

What a wonderful name! "Muscari neglecta" I love it :) I am so glad that you discovered them!

Sad how the "harbringers" of spring are related to being called 'minor bulbs' as though there is anything minor about the earliest bringers of dreams of spring.

And very sad about your former student. I hope someday she can experience the wonder of the world around her, growing, changing, ever-increasing our appreciation for life.

If you neglecta it, does it propagate like mad? If "yes," get me on your trade list at once ;~).

When I was in my teens and twenties the notion of having a garden was dead last on my list of ambitions.

I managed to get a few of the things on my list done.

Today, I can sit at the edge of my plot for an hour at a time..., just looking.

Times change. Tastes change.

Life is change. Isn't that wonderful?

Adam.

SO agree with you Adam
......and gardening is change too. The garden changes and evolves constantly - partly how we wish to move forward with it and partly the natural order

This was something I didn't understand when I started, thinking a bed designed and planted would stay that way - how wrong could I be LOL

Adam, I am hoping that it does indeed go forth and multiply. I will definitely put you on the list.

As to the student, I have my doubts as anything green and growing will ever touch her soul (unless it is a mold). She was of that particularly distasteful classification "spoiled rotten rich kid". When she wasn't busy grumbling about being sick of "nature," she was complaining because it was her vacation and she had to clean her own room! I made the mistake of laughing at her during one of her tirades and she stomped out yelling about having her parents sue. I got paid, didn't have to deal with her and the rest of the class went along very well - even took a walk through a woods without whining about their white tennies getting muddy!

Phil, hehe, I gave up planning anything in my gardens long ago. I'm a plunker - find an empty spot in a range of plants of like heights and plunk it in.

yep, that sounds about right Kathleen *G*

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time, to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
(W. H. Davies)

Some people have an eye for beauty, others just see a lot of needless work, which brings me nicely round to Muscari *G*. Muscari of any species are wonderful in anyone elses garden, a raging weed in mine!

What a shame that lovely poem is now tainted by Center Parcs or however it is that they chose to spell it

Shouldn't be allowed!!!!!!!!

But thanks for quoting it Baa - very appropriate

thank you baa. i remember as a young 20's i didn't care about the garden. i didn't take up gardening until my 40's. of course i had tried before but never did well at it. too many things on my plate and not enough time to devote to it. now, i've learned the beauty of all that lives and dies and comes again.
i'm grateful for the fellow gardeners here that help me see that gardening is an evolution and that things come and go and we try again.
it took crisis in my life to allow me to slow down enough to stop and smell the roses. today i'm grateful for that crisis because it has given me much more freedom and eyes open wide to so many wonderful changes.