With the warm winter that we had, some of the narcissus were flowering way before Christmas, which seemed very strange. A cold spell in February put them back on track and once again N. St. Patrick’s Day was late again, not opening it’s flowers until April 1st!
The experts say that this is the daffodil that Wordsworth saw in the thousands, “fluttering and dancing in the breeze”. I don’t have that many, but they make a nice show in the woodland.
The first Narcissus to flower was way back at the beginning of December, N. Rijnveld’s Early Sensation.
N. Tete a Tete flowering earlier than usual in Jan/Feb, they are now finished.
I like the swept back petals of this one, but unfortunately, I’ve forgotten it’s name.
A closer look at its perfect trumpet.
Narcissus pseudonarcissus seeding around in the woodland, these have all put themselves in the bark chipping path!
Another whose name has been lost in the mists of time. This one is in the border by the front drive.
I like it when we lose the bright yellow of Tete a Tete and white Thalia takes over. We have rather a lot of Thalia around the garden.
April 1st saw N. St. Patrick’s Day flowering instead of March 17th!
More St. Patrick’s Day over by the fritillaries.
Narcissus Geranium is now adding more colour to the back border.
Little N. Jack Snipe is kept to the right hand end of the woodland.
Another without a name in the rhododendron bed.
I think this one is Mount Hood, but it has somehow ended up in the ditch away from its brothers, I wonder who or what moved it!
Last autumn, I felt that the border at the side by the field needed brightening up at this time of year, so planted some narcissus. I know I made a note of their names, but can I find them anywhere…!
Up by the pond is Narcissus Pipit, with the most wonderful perfume, a little stunner!
And yet another whose name eludes me. Most narcissus were planted soon after moving here and that was 20 odd years ago, long before I started the blog and needed to remember their names!
I’ll finish with a general view of the woodland with N. Jack Snipe looking as though it is a drift through the middle but really is 3 clumps with St. Patrick’s Day to the left at the back.
We have had so much wind lately, the daffodils haven’t just been “fluttering and dancing in the breeze”, they’ve been thrashed and tossed madly in the gales! The smaller ones can take it though, whereas the taller varieties would have been flattened by now. I don’t think anything says “Springtime” quite like a host of daffodils, I hope you agree.