Maybe the memory isn't what it used to be, because somehow last fall the Phactor made an unplanned purchase of some spring bulbs on sale, and then had Mrs. Phactor yammering on about who (duh!) was going to plant them and where they were to be planted, and so being smallish, they were stuck into the margins of little gardens, here and there, and then promptly forgotten until the shoots popped up this spring. And do you think there was any memory of what kind of bulb they were, or any notes about where all they had been planted? Nope. But the nice thing then is you get a surprise when they flower and you get your answer, which is Iris reticulata, a very cheerful spring flower. Now the remaining surprise will be to see where all they appear. Spring, when things lost are found, but a big pair of loppers are still missing. Gone.