There has been a dramatic change in the landscape this week. The weather seems little changed but the daffodils have appeared. As a young man growing up in Canada, daffodils were not seen. We had tulips but they appeared in May and June. When I moved to the American South in the 1970’s, I witnessed the magic of daffodils. It reminded me of the Wordsworth poem that I learned in grade school and that I memorized.
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.
If you like to garden or if you love spring flowers or if your fancy moves you, come join our group on Saturday morning. Gardeners from around the world come together and share photos of what is happening in their garden. Follow this link https://gardenruminations.co.uk/page/2/. Our group is known as Six On Saturday.
There is more appearing in the garden. A little more appears each day. Isn’t it marvelous!
After the dreary after Christmas doldrum, here comes the spring. It is not yet relentless but it is persistent. My mood is so much better.
Happy Gardening friends!
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