Slate has an article this week about the "heartbreak of tulips" - you plant them, they get eaten, they grow, they get stolen, they don't come back the next year, they come back the next year with no blooms, yadda yadda. last summer i learned all about the heartbreak of gardening - apparently, plants need a little more than a blazing hot backyard and absolutely no water to thrive. who knew?
i've been assuming i'll get planting again this spring, but our backyard has turned into a rat-o-rama, thanks to our next-door neighbor's charming method of trash disposal ("fling it out the back door and hope for the best!"). maybe i'll just read about gardening this year.