. . . it will come. Come to your garden, that is, whether you want it or not. It took me a long time but I've finally realized all those images of bulbs carpeting woodlands on English estates or suburban American lawns look wonderful because they have little competition. It's that majestic sweep that makes us want to create a similar look for ourselves.
Over the years my Crocus tommasinianus has migrated to every nook and cranny in the garden except for where I planted it. The snowdrops are better behaved and luckily for me have moved very little. But this blue flower — Glory of the Snow (Chionodoxa) — arrived unbidden and unwanted. It's in paths and the rocky dry stream bed, in carefully tended moss and Cottoneaster groundcover. Our garden has almost no grass left. It's designed as many small gardens separated by paths and hedges with virtually no grand sweeps begging for tiny blue bulbs. The front garden has the same problem but with Scilla that arrived in the roots of a tree a neighbor gave us years ago.
Both these beastly bulbs come up every spring and I try not to get annoyed. There's nothing that can be done and I am glad their season is short-lived. It's the bane of this gardener that the bulbs I am nurturing and spending the big bucks on don't increase half as well or as fast as these trespassers.