Daffodils are a true delight. In a dreary grey spring, when bright days are uncommon and for the most part there is drizzle, mud underfoot, and damp in the bones, the joy of these golden yellow flowers is enormously appreciated. They bring sunshine down to earth. It is no wonder that growers want to create so many varieties, with myriad hues of cream white to vibrant orange.
At Sun Rising, the daffodils are all the native Narcissus pseudonarcissus, the Lenten lily, the old wild species. Or, they should all be – each year we dig up bulbs of cultivars that families have put in, by mistake, or hoping to sneak them in, but for the integrity of the nature reserve can’t be kept. The Lenten lily is a soft lemon yellow daffodil, with a richer yellow trumpet. Although they are beautiful in clusters out in the meadow, and indeed they are native to grassland and woodland, somehow I think they always look more at home beneath the trees. Perhaps it is simply that they look wilder there, amidst strands of last year’s dried grasses and old leaves – they look peaceful and at ease.