I'm appreciative that you are all looking out for me. Wouldn't want you to have to petition the prison authorities to allow me to grow bulbs in my cell (light levels probably too low anyhow.) The drainage creek only flows with snow melt / spring rain OR when we get a deluge of over an inch of rain in less than an hour. It is not a mapped wetland. And if you saw the county road crew with a backhoe excavating the culvert it runs into that crosses under the road, choked with debris after one of those "let's build an ark" type storms, well, my bucket of grit is infinitesimal by comparison. Clearly not a problem. Now, any suggestions on who ate the freesia corms? Judy in New Jersey where this morning's visit to three friends loaded my car with a large box from each of them, filled with 3.5 / 4 / 4.5 inch clay pots. Will happily spend the afternoon soaking and scrubbing them.