Bulb Planting in the Fall: A Family Tradition Rooted in Hyacinth Love
Fall is a season of change, when the vibrant greens of summer give way to the golden hues of autumn. For many, it’s a time to settle into cozy sweaters, sip warm drinks, and enjoy the crisp air. But for me, fall is also “bulb planting” season—a time to dig into the soil and prepare for the beauty of spring. This yearly ritual has become one of our most cherished family projects, inspired by my love affair with one particular flower: the hyacinth.
Falling in Love with Hyacinths
My journey into the world of fall bulb planting started years ago when I first encountered the sweet, heady scent of blooming hyacinths. It was spring, and I had wandered into a garden alive with color and fragrance. The hyacinths were in full bloom, their vibrant pinks, purples, and whites standing tall like sentinels of spring. One deep breath of their intoxicating scent, and I was hooked. I knew I needed hyacinths in my own garden.
But hyacinths, like many spring-flowering bulbs, don’t magically appear in the spring. Their beauty requires foresight and effort—planted in the chill of autumn, they lie dormant through winter before bursting to life when the warmth of spring arrives. And so, my love of hyacinths turned into a fall tradition.
Thanksgiving and Bulb Planting: A Family Affair
What began as a personal project has grown into something much bigger: a beloved family tradition. Every year around Thanksgiving, when our family gathers to celebrate and reflect, we take a break from the feasting to head outside, trowels in hand, for our annual bulb planting session. It’s a moment of connection, laughter, and teamwork as we all dig into the soil together, planting bulbs that will give us a stunning floral show come spring.
The tradition is as much about family bonding as it is about gardening. My kids love getting their hands dirty, and there’s something incredibly satisfying about the simple act of planting bulbs—knowing that each one holds the promise of something beautiful to come. Whether it’s daffodils, tulips, or my favorite hyacinths, we carefully plan where each bulb will go, imagining how the garden will look in a few months.
The Rewards of Patience
Bulb planting is an act of faith. You bury these small, unassuming orbs into the ground, trusting that nature will do its magic over the cold winter months. And then, just as the days start to lengthen and the air begins to warm, the first green shoots push through the soil. By the time spring is in full swing, our garden is alive with vibrant colors and that unmistakable hyacinth fragrance that first stole my heart.
Every spring, when I see those flowers blooming, I’m reminded of why this tradition matters. It’s not just about the flowers—it’s about the memories we create as a family, the joy of anticipation, and the beauty of nature’s renewal.
How to Start Your Own Bulb Planting Tradition
If you’ve never planted bulbs before, fall is the perfect time to start. Here are some tips to help you get going:
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Choose Your Bulbs: Popular spring-flowering bulbs include tulips, daffodils, crocuses, and of course, hyacinths. Pick a mix for a colorful display.
- Pick the Right Spot: Most bulbs prefer well-drained soil and plenty of sunlight.
- Plant Deep Enough: Follow the planting depth instructions on the bulb packaging—usually two to three times the height of the bulb.
- Plant with Care: Place bulbs with the pointed side up and the flat side down. Cover with soil and water thoroughly.
- Make It a Family Event: Involve your loved ones—it’s more fun to dig and plant together!
A Gift to Your Future Self
Bulb planting in the fall is a gift to your future self. It’s an investment in beauty, joy, and a little bit of magic for the months ahead. For my family, it’s a way to mark the changing seasons, celebrate Thanksgiving, and create lasting memories together. And when spring finally arrives, the blooms remind us of the love and effort we planted months before.
So grab your trowel, gather your bulbs, and start your own fall tradition. Trust me, when those flowers bloom, you’ll be glad you did.
