Down among the daffodils

The garden is dancing with daffodils. Every year I’m taken aback by the sheer number of different flower types. There are big trumpets and small trumpets, showy doubles, and delicate narcissi.


Under the old apple tree grows this white petalled variety with pale, peachy trumpets.


Elsewhere, the bright frilled edges of these lemon yellow flowers catch my eye.


In truth, there are many that I wouldn’t have chosen (the flouncy, fancy, interfered with ones). But together they provide plenty of interest, and a ready supply of blooms to cheer the kitchen table.


In the April sunshine they capture the light and nod sagely in the breeze. And the scent is, well, the scent of Spring.





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