“Malory and A Time To Die Chapter Four Every year I mean to buy my spring bulbs nice and early, but, what with one thing and another, I never seem to get around to it. When I finally do, there’s practically nothing left except the rather forlorn piles of peeling daffodils, scruffy hyacinths and dried-up crocuses that have been picked over and discarded by other shoppers. Since I had a free afternoon for once, I went straight round to the garden center while the whole bulb situation was still uppermost on my mind. Confronted by tempting boxes of newly arrived stock, I quite lost my head, filling the brown paper bags provided with practically every variety and every color on offer. I was just trying to decide between the merits of dwarf and parrot tulips when a voice behind me said, “You’re going to be busy with that lot!” Rapidly brought down to earth, I turned to answer Esther Nicholson. “Yes, I know,” I said lightly. “I do seem to have gone a bit mad.” “But,” she went on, “I don’t sup...pose you still do your own gardening—it’s not so easy when you get to our age.”MoreLessShow More Show Less
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