AFTER WINTER SPENT UNCEREMONIOUSLY IN HEFTY BAGS IN THE BASEMENT, the non-hardy bulbs at my place are striking up a chorus of Elvis’s “Love Me Tender,” trying to get through to me that they want a kinder, gentler life than the one I offer here at A Way to Garden. How did Andre Jordan, our official doodler, know my cannas and dahlias and such had filed complaints with the Department of Bulb Welfare? I’m not that mean when I tuck them in for the winter, or when I wake them up, am I?