A Daffodil Festival!
I stumbled upon a daffodil festival when I was at one of my favorite nurseries a few weeks ago.
I frankly had no idea there were so many types of daffodils. So when I got home I immediately did some studying.
Daffodils have the genus name of Narcissus, which I find fitting for such a pretty flower.
There are 13 different divisions of daffodils.
In this flower show, they were not clearly separated by division. Below is a mix of large cupped, long cupped, small cupped daffodils.
Below, are the miniatures! How cute are they?!
Below is one of the 1st place winners. I have never seen a daffodil that looks like this!
|“Crackington” is the name of this beauty!|
I didn’t get a picture of the name of this one, but thought it definitely did the Narcissus name proud.
This picture is a little blurry, but it was one of the miniatures. It was just so cute.
|:little diane” is the name of this one|
I especially love these two below, I need these in my yard. Except… I’ve already missed planting season! Notes for next year…
|more first place winners, I love them both!|
Some other neat daffodil types I have never seen before…
|I also loved this little bunch of white daffodils, called “erlicheer”|
I am so happy that I wandered into the daffodil show. I love daffodils and had no idea there were so many. I hope you learned something about them too! For more info, visit The Daffodil Society. They also provide links for bulb growers so you may purchase these very special varieties!
I’ll leave you now with a poem, entitled “Daffodils”. My mother’s favorite poem!
by 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.
|Fulfilled a dream of running through a field of daffodils when I was in college, just like the one above. It was in Skagit Valley, Washington which is pictured above. Picture source here
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