It’s that time of year again at last. Cheery daffodils mean spring, although most of us aren’t feeling the usual seasonal euphoria and perhaps Hector’s expression sums up the 2020, spring vibe. But still, don’t you feel sorry for non-gardeners at the moment? We are the lucky ones with our own personal paradise and sanctuary where we don’t have to jump out of our skin if anyone coughs. Here in my garden there is just bird song; the sparrows are chattering away in the hedge, the Great Tits have started their rather monotonous song and the robin seems to be singing just for me as I dig. And I have daffodils.
These are the assorted ones which somebody else planted years ago in the orchard and although I have redesigned much of the orchard I still have plenty of daffodils left at the bottom of the garden. They are all different, if I had planted them I would have put drifts of one colour, but still they are lovely. It is funny that the doubled, primped fussy daffodils that we sneer at and would never dream of planting look rather pretty in a vase. I particularly like the ones with frilly coronas; oh no, I just realised I used the ‘c’ word so let’s forget the correct word for now and call it the trumpet.
Elsewhere I planted masses of white ones called Narcissus ‘Mount Hood’. White is perhaps not so spring-like but I do love them. They also have frilly er- trumpets.
My favourites are the dainty miniatures. In this vase I have a selection of them in bloom now and there are plenty more are still to come.
I love them all but my favourite is the creamy white Narcissus ‘Elka’ on the right.
The one with the orange trumpet is ‘Jetfire’ and the dainty one with reflexed petals is Narcissus cyclamineus.
Thank you to lovely Cathy at Rambling in the Garden for hosting the meme In a Vase on Monday and helping to take our minds off plagues and Armageddon.