And that’s about the way I felt this afternoon while I tried to dig up some oxblood lily bulbs. The hole the ground got deeper and deeper, and I still hadn’t got anywhere near the bottom of the stalk and finding the bulbs. When I finally got one out of the ground intact (of the three I was hunting for), it turned out to be nearly a foot and a half below ground level! I didn’t know you planted any kind of bulb that deep.
The one I got out intact was the only one of the bunch. The other two I sliced in two with the shovel, and found both pieces of one and only half the other. Nonetheless, I replanted ’em in the bed under the Bridges pecan, where I planted all the other oxblood lily bulbs. I also dug up a little cluster of anthuriums that were stuck out like orphans in the middle of the lawn, and replanted them under the Mahan pecan.
