A Host of Golden Daffodils
The month of March, the snowdrops have been and now the daffodils burst into life shining like little yellow suns in our gardens, their shape trumpeting the arrival of spring. Few gardens do not have a clump or two of daffodils but did you know that there are up to a hundred varieties of daffodil? Daffodils of all sizes to fit all pockets of the garden, daffodils of varying yellow and white, daffodils with heavy scent and daffodils with little trumpets! Such choice!
Daffodils can be grown in almost any conditions. They are happy in most soil types but don’t like to have their roots in water – water logged areas are not recommended. When planting your bulbs remember to plant nice and deep, this will give your bulbs a chance of a prolonged life by avoiding soil erosion. Daffodils are rarely bothered by diseases or pests but if it does happen remember to remove the infected plants before the problem spreads.
Daffodils can be grown in beds and borders, rockeries and under trees. They also make a fantastic display of spring on your patio, outside your doors or in your yard if they are planted thickly into pots. To get the best display you need a good concentration of bulbs but remember that when planting in pots you don’t need to plant the bulbs as deeply as you would in soil.
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We couldn’t end this blog without William Wordsworth’s wonderful evocative poem about the Daffodils. Here it is:
I WANDER’D lonely as a cloud |
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That floats on high o’er vales and hills, |
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When all at once I saw a crowd, |
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A host of golden daffodils, |
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Beside the lake, beneath the trees, |
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Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. |
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Continuous as the stars that shine |
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And twinkle on the Milky Way, |
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They stretch’d in never-ending line |
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Along the margin of a bay: |
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Ten thousand saw I at a glance, |
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Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. |
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The waves beside them danced, but they |
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Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:— |
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A poet could not but be gay |
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In such a jocund company! |
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I gazed, and gazed, but little thought |
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What wealth the show to me had brought: |
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For oft, when on my couch I lie |
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In vacant or in pensive mood, |
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They flash upon that inward eye |
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Which is the bliss of solitude; |
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And then my heart with pleasure fills, |
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And dances with the daffodils. |
