A Dedicated Gardener (TM) stands at the edge of her newest bed and looks at the areas of freshly turned dirt. Areas where she hurriedly planted bulbs this morning.
There aren't enough of them, she thinks.
She shivers in the cold wind.
Is there time to run up to the nearest bulb store and buy about 100 more daffodil bulbs and get them in before the N'orester arrives?
A drop of cold rain hits her nose.
She signs. Guess not.
She hopes the weather next weekend is better.
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