When I was new enough to gardening to have only a dim notion ofwhat I was doing but advanced enough to know I loved it, March andApril used to give me a well-nigh terminal case of cabin fever. Iwanted to get out and do something, for heaven's sake, butbedding-out time for annuals and vegetables was weeks - an eternity -away.
So I would go out after breakfast, count my daffodil shoots, anddream of glory to come. The next day, I would be out again, countingand dreaming some more. In those days, I had not yet been introducedto the wonderful world of perennial division.
And when I did eventually hear about dividing perennials, itseemed like a frightfully …
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