They are adding the color of yellow to our mostly brown woodlot.
They will always remind me of my dad.
Daddy loved daffodils.
Some of ours came from his daffodil bed.
From the Internet:
Daffodils are attractive trumpet-shaped perennial flowers that bloom from bulbs during the spring.
They are considered to be one of the most popular, colorful and vigorous flowers of spring.
In the language of flowers they symbolize rebirth, new beginnings, and friendship.
The name “daffodil” is derived from an earlier “affodell”, a variant of Asphodel. The reason for the introduction of the initial “d” is not known.
Daffodil flowers belong to the Amaryllidaceae family and the genus Narcissus.
There are 50 species in its family, and around 13000 hybrid varieties.
They are native to meadows and woods in Europe, North Africa and West Asia, with a center of distribution in the Western Mediterranean.
Naturally they grow in woods, grassland and on rocky ground.
In Europe these beautiful flowers are grown commercially in the Channel Islands, Great Britain, Isles of Scilly and Holland.
Daffodil has one flower per stem.
The Daffodil flower has a central trumpet-shaped corona (also referred to as a “trumpet”) surrounded by a ring of petals (often called the perianth).
The basic color is yellow but Daffodil flowers also may range from white to cream to pink, apricot, orange and unusual lime green.
The Daffodil flower is used as the March birth month flower and the 10th wedding anniversary flower.
I remember this poem – from somewhere in my childhood.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
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.