Mother Nature is starting early. When cleaning in the laundry room a few days ago, I noticed a foil baking pan on the grow rack. It was on a shelf above my head, so I handled with care since it was kinda heavy. It was mostly full of dried potting mix. On the surface was a dahlia tuber about the size of my thumb, all dried and shriveled, and sprouting. It was one from last spring that didn't get planted to the flower bed. I had lost its name tag, so I wasn't concerned about losing it to neglect.
So, I stuck it in a pot of growing mix, gave it a small drink, and put it under the lights with the rose cuttings. Mother Nature seems to have her own calendar.
Gardening like I'm gonna live forever, right here in central Iowa. Posting since 2008.