This is seriously spooky!

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My dad was a terrific gardener and I was very close to him. When he and Mum moved to a smaller bungalow back in 1999, he gave me a small Victorian tin bath that he had restored and which he'd used as a planter for years. Sadly he died less than a year later from cancer. Last autumn Adam and I were sorting out our garage and we came across a cardboard box full of old bulbs that I'd forgotten about. Rather than just throw them out I decided to plant them around the garden and in various pots I had. Just now I went out to put some rubbish in my recycling bin and thought I'd check on my pots to see if any of the bulbs had come up and I was pleased to see three little bulbs pushing through the compost in my dad's tin bath. However, there's not a single shoot pushing through in any of the other pots nor in my flowerbeds. Must be a message from my dad to let me know he's still with me ... mustn't it????