Well, my daffodils are still sitting at about 4 inches above the ground. But next week I am returning home to Nantucket for the 40th anniversary Daffodil show and festival.
I was at the first one, with my mother and all the garden club ladies. When i grew a little they let me sit at the classification table and help identify the blooms people would bring into show. King Alfreds by the mile, but occasionally something unusual would turn up. There are a lot of cultivars to say the least, last i checked somewhere around 5000.
Most of those lovely ladies have passed on and with them an amazing volume of knowledge. I am not sure how many young people, or even the not so young, like me, are participating in garden clubs and the daffodil society. Alas, the garden club was a wonderful place for me as a kid, it was like having a whole boat load of grandmothers, and a few grandfathers.
So it will be interesting to see what the show is like today. Not sure i will enter anything, but i am contemplating a few of the arrangement classes. They have had such a cold spring in New England that not much is blooming, but i've set out my spies to check the forests and roadsides for possible materials. Looking forward to the picnic in Sconset..I remember riding with Jean McCausland to the picnic one year in her Rolls, it was a tad magic, i hope some of the magic of spring that i remember of the Daffodil festival remains.
i ran across this the other day and loved it so i thought i would share it: Robert Frost and Daffodils