Had a forage round the garden yesterday – all part of getting back on my feet properly – and brought in some daffodils that had fallen in the wind. They make a wonderful bunch, so I thought, right a photo and wax lyrical about them, makes an ideal blog post instead of rabbiting on about health or lack of it. Then I realised it has been done before.
I wandered lonely as a cloud . . . . . . .
Here’s the photo anyway.
Gorgeous Freda. Well worth posting.
In every other respect I am not a fan of yellow, but there is something about daffodils that lifts the heart.
My daffy are out too. They are swell flowers. Can we look at them and not think of Wordsworth?
My favourite flowers they brighten up any day
I have bouquets of daffys in side and the put out quite a pungent smell as the sun sets each afternoon. This year I have finally gotten drifts of them.
Such serendipity! Mum’s birthday was April 5th and the daffodils were her favourite and now mine. I haven’t seen any yet but hopefully when I get home in a few days.