One of my favorite things to do in the fall is look at bulb catalogs and dream of spring. The catalogs are filled with all types of bulbs, from little blooms like crocus to larger blooms like tulip and everything in between. I am a sucker for all of the lovely pictures of what I could have in my garden that I have in some years gotten more bulbs than is good for me—planting bulbs in our rock-ridden soil is a big job. But love them I do and so I will dig!
I have tried to grow many varieties of flowers from bulbs but unfortunately the deer love a lot of bulbs as much as I do (though I don’t eat them). Fortunately daffodil is a bulb that I can enjoy that the deer ignore. And daffodils are amazing plants because they come in so many different sizes, shapes and colors. I even have pink daffodils in my garden! Quite often associated with Easter and of course early spring, daffodils are a symbol of new beginnings and rebirth. Let spring spring!
by William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.