A Host of Golden Daffodils - Spring '08

On April 16th - the day after Garden Bloggers' Bloom Day - our daffodils began to open in profusion! They gracefully gave me three open blooms for Bloom Day, but waited until the next day to begin their big "Welcome Spring" show. Since then they've wowed us with their sheer exuberance!

You can well imagine how clogged my poor hard drive is with hundreds of daffodil photos, after a long, color-starved winter.

I took photos in the morning light......

.....and in the warm glow of the afternoon sun.

Always with a kitty helper.....

......or three. That's Cleo (on the left), Jasmine and Kaspurr, being just a little too helpful.

There's a lone pink hyacinth in the rose and clematis garden, and more blooming gaily in other gardens, but I'll show you those next time.

Here's a cheerful white clump growing over by the vegetable garden, where once a compost pile sat. I tossed them on the pile years ago, thinking they were beyond saving, but the hardy little bulbs grew and bloomed, continuing to delight us each spring.

And in the front yard, golden yellow against an azure sky.

We've had summer-like weather for the past week, with temperatures in the mid 80's ( approximately 29ºC). I've been out working in the gardens whenever possible, and soaking up that wonderful, warm sunshine.

The small blue blooms of Scilla blend well with the bright yellow daffs.

I couldn't leave out the last of the crocus.

These lovely pale beauties have finished blooming now.....

.....but they certainly deserve to be included, after putting on such a pretty show!

Down by the road the fence garden is doing its share.....

.....providing plenty of bright yellow bouquets for the house, and church on Sunday.

I love the mix of white with the yellows. The large yellow daffs are King Alfred, but I don't know the names of the others. I planted them years ago and don't remember the names now.

There are a couple of clumps of these old fashioned doubles.

And here you can see the iris are growing nicely, getting ready for their turn to shine.

And the Cutleaf Maple is beginning to leaf out.

This poem was a favorite of my father, and has always been one of mine too.

"Daffodils"
William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils,

Beside the lake, beneath the trees

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the Milky Way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee

A poet could not but be gay

In such a jocund company

I gazed -and gazed -but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought.
For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills

And dances with the daffodils.