The sun was shining. Temperatures were in the 50s. I had the day off work. It seemed the perfect time to plant my spring-blooming bulbs--and to spend some time with the dogs.
About five minutes into the project, I was questioning the wisdom of gardening with dogs.
While tucking crocuses into the ground, Gael, the 4-month-old Border collie, snatched my glove and darted across the yard.
Glove retrieved and crocuses planted, I moved to a different spot where I attempted to dig. Gael was front and center, right where I wanted to dig.
Then she wanted to participate. She dug in the dirt,upsetting recently planted bulbs.
Meanwhile, Emma stared at the cat.
And Raven stared at the back door, hoping some dog would exit.
Because I'm planting so late in the fall, I don't know if the bulbs will come up in the spring.
If they do, I'm sure they'll have that natural, fall-where-they-may look, and that they'll make me smile and remember the day I attempted to plant bulbs with Border collies.