Susan Palmer's Exquisite Now

Or should I say gardening with a squirrel assist. I’m not the biggest fan of paper whites. Would never buy the bulbs despite their early winter bloom schedule. But apparently the local squirrels thought I ought to have some. About two months ago the pots on my patio had that disturbed look, a depression, with bits of soil splattered around outside them. I figured either the crows had dug around for some yummy grublike thing or squirrels had left a nut or two.

Then green shoots appeared sometime in late November. And now I have a couple of paper whites looking fine, blooming with either great joy or great smugness. Now I don’t know that a squirrel did this, but I do know they love a tasty bulb in the fall. I didn’t know they might sequester them for future munching. Looks like these guys may be a forgotten delicacy.

And maybe I like a paper white or two better than I thought I did. Maybe it’s nice that somebody else did the work.