The Wordsworth Meadow is in full glory. The very first time I looked at this property, before I saw the interior of the house, I imagined this area flooded with sweeps of Daffodils “fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”
It was a privet and wisteria jungle that took me months to clear. Then the planting began. the first autumn I ordered 500 bulbs recommended for the south. The following year I planted more, but when spring arrived, only a fraction of the original planting returned.
Does this look like 500 daffs? Today,this is what is left of the original planting.
Devastated, I thought my plan for this area would have to be abandoned untill I passed an old deserted homestead with a neat line of daffodils… big, fat,full clumps with many blooms. If these daffs could survive and INCREASE over the years….they were for me.
And so it began, sourcing, digging, dividing and replanting. Yes, I ALWAYS ASKED FOR PERMISSION. I still regret those that were bulldozed to make way for a strip mall before I could find the owners.
There are no words to describe the joy these bring every spring as I watch them multiply over the years.
Do you think it was worth the effort?