Yes its the pot that just keeps on giving, the spring pot |
I know daffodil season is well
and truly over for this year, my mother’s narcissi, which have been glorious
for weeks have finally curled and dried to shadows of their former selves. I took a few photos here and there of some
particular favourites and thought they were still worth sharing.
Now im more than happy to admit
that I am a complete daffodil snob, which is somewhat ironic considering that
all daffodils belong to the narcissus family and narcissus was in Greek
mythology a hunter renowned for his beauty who fell in love with a reflection of
himself and unable to tear himself away from such a vision, died. I have also read that he was turned into a
flower, although personally I wouldn’t have said that a daffodil was exactly an
embodiment of an un-doubtably pretty but none-the-less strapping young
man. Personally, I would have chosen a
flower with a far less sunny disposition, although maybe its just me who knows
lots of miserable men.
Anyway despite sharing a root
name with what can hardly be described as a complimentary affliction of being
narcissistic, and being an absolute devil to spell, narcissi can be quite
nice. I say can be, because as I said
before I am a snob. I just hate you’re
a-typical ‘King Alfred’ all yellow daffodil, oddly enough for exactly the same
reason as why I appreciate a good field of Rapeseed. They are just so god damned yellow, no subtlety, all ‘hello!’ and in your face.
There are plenty of daffodils and
narcissi that I don’t find loathsome, and being a woman of taste the mother
grew three this year that were actually rather nice. Unfortunately I have no idea what any of them
are but I imagine they are fairly common as she wouldn’t have gone anywhere
more exotic than the garden centre to get them.
First up we have this rather
lovely specimen with almost samon pink to apricot frontages to the petals, like
a jazzy lining to a fancy jacket. I
mainly love the colour, although there are some ruffles in there which are
always pleasing. And no trumpet, I don’t
think im too fond of trumpet. They
contrasted nicely against the purple of the muscari, I told you the colour
scheme always works out!
Next a white variety with a vivid
dark orange trumpet, yes a trumpet despite what I just said, even I can admire
the vivid splash of colour on white and appreciate the gentle gradient down the
inside towards the centre.
Lastly and my personal favourite
of this trio is outrageously frilly and great value with several blooms on each
stem. The stripes of yellow and orange
in the centre remind me of when you get a bit stabby with the spatula and
accidentally pop the yolk of the fried egg you were cooking and it starts to
bleed out.
I might look into getting a few
exciting varieties for next Spring, I did pick up a leaflet from a daffodil bulb
specialist at Chelsea last year but I tossed it away thinking I would never buy
any, helpful.
If these don't remind you of eggs and Easter, nothing will |
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