"Think of Wordsworth" she said in Autumn "and then turn around and double your order, no infact triple your order of Daffodil bulbs".
These were the words that echoed in my head whilst visiting the RHS Daffodil show in Central London this week. The words that I have come to know annually from a wonderful client as we work together to transform her London garden every Spring into an ever growing ocean of yellow Daffodils.
Hundreds of Daffodils, Narcissi, Narcissus, Narcissuses or whatever you like to call them were on show lined up in regiments according to rank and division in all their glorious shapes, sizes and colours, raising their trumpets to introduce their arrival. Most of my 'Daffs' are just past their peak in the garden so to see such a fanfare like this en masse is quite something especially the white petalled variety which I prefer.
I love the legend and folklore attached to plants and flowers and the tale of Narcissus is one of the most memorable, our young Greek friend who whilst kneeling and gazing into the pond became so obsessed by his own reflection that he fell into the 'drink' and drowned and from there sprung a beautiful plant. Belonging to the same family as Amaryllis and consisting of a centre cup or bowl or trumpet surrounded by three petals and three sepals, who can deny him his beauty. Find some space in your heart, garden or a vase for poor old, gorgeous, handsome, Narcissus!