OK, so it’s not a host of golden daffodils and they are not the little native daffodils : Narcissus pseudonarcissus that Wordsworth wrote about, because these are over. Never mind, I think Wordsworth may have liked these little species daffodils. I can’t remember what they all are but the white one in the middle at the top is lovely, white ‘Thalia’, underneath is ‘Pipit’ and the tiny one at the bottom in the middle is ‘Canaliculatus’. The white flowers are sprays of Spirea arguta ‘Bridal Veil’ and the golden leaves are Physocarpus opulifolius ‘Dart’s Gold’.
Any floral homage to Wordsworth must mention his beloved celandines: Ranunculus ficaria. He wrote three odes to the lesser celandine which he called ‘Prophet of delight and mirth’. He loved the celandine so much that it was engraved on his memorial plaque in the church of St. Oswald, Grasmere. Unfortunately, the sculptor made a mistake and carved the greater celandine: Chelidonium majus instead of the lesser celandine.
The celandines in my photo are Ranunculus ficaria ‘Brazen Hussy’ with large flowers and bronze leaves. This lovely celandine was found by Christopher Lloyd. The wild celandine is an invasive pest. I spend hours trying to dig it out of my garden but it is impossible to remove all the tiny tubers. Fortunately it disappears in summer so you can stop worrying about it.
It is a pity that Wordsworth is remembered chiefly for his daffodil and celandine poems because ‘The Prelude’ and ‘Lines written above Tintern Abbey’ are so much better. Also I like this sonnet published in 1807.
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours:
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon !
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.–Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Thanks to Cathy of ramblinginthegarden for hosting this meme. Why don’t you pop over there and see her lovely Rhapsody in Blue?