A beautiful, sunny, mild afternoon, a few bags of multi-purpose compost, a well-worn trowel, an obliging husband who has come home from work early just to help, cups of tea made by the teenager indoors who is claiming essays have to be written, and a lot of determination to get the job done. That's all it has taken today to get the bulbs in the ground and pots. We are nearly at the bottom of the 25kg sack, and have planted all the other varieties of daffodils I bought (in smaller quantities - I only made the one mistake, thank goodness). They are snugly six inches under, and I can now think about the hyacinths, muscari and alliums. We are not mentioning tulips yet, though. That's a bulb too far.