I did it again. Bought more spring flowering bulbs. Lots more. This order: tulips and narcissus. But not just any tulips and narcissus. No, after a while you become a connoisseur. Right. I like to tell myself that. What really happens? I have lots of gardening friends (duh) and several of them are either a/addicted to bulbs (that would be you Elizabeth Licata or Fairegarden), or b/in the bulb business (Scott of Old House Gardens) or c/you decide to ask around (Carol of May Dreams helped me out here): “What you might be able sneak in and plant on your mother’s and grandmother’s graves?
Daffodils and narcissus are not tasty to deer, and they tend to come back, in a reliable manner. I picked three different ones, just to mix it up a bit. They are smallish, not gaudy, and one is even called “Cemetery Ladies.”
Older posts on planting bulbs for Knock Down Drag Out Gorgeous Effects with Spring bulbs.