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A host of golden daffodils

Mixed Daffodil Bulbs

Most people’s gardens are too small to re-create William Wordsworth’s “ten thousand” daffodils but it really is worth finding space to allow even just a few to toss their heads in a “sprightly dance”.

There’s a huge number of different narcissus varieties to choose from including the many large trumpeted ones more commonly known, by Wordsworth and the rest of us, as daffodils.  With variations in height, flower form and colour there’s a narcissus for most places including containers, beds, rockeries and naturalised in grass. With many varieties being scented they also make a great bouquet for any room in the house.

Autumn is the best time to plant daffodil bulbs as it gives them time to produce new roots before winter strikes. Plant your daffodil bulbs at a depth 3 times the length of the bulb. This will prevent the daffodil bulbs from drying out. Then make a note of where you’ve planted them – you don’t want to dig them up by mistake. Then just wrap up warm and wait for their arrival in spring.

To compliment your daffodils and to create a riot of colour why not include some other spring bulbs? Snowdrops, aconite, bluebells, crocus and more are so easy to grow and come back each year to celebrate the arrival of spring.

I WANDER’D 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 stretch’d 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.
William Wordsworth

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