Friday, September 27, 2013

Hosts of daffodils in NZ

My sister gathering daffodils
Wordsworths poem I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud was learned by heart by my mother's generation and the host of golden daffodils made a lasting impression, inspiring her to plant her own sea of daffodils.

If you plant a paddock of daffodils like my mother and now my sister, you have the pleasure each spring of harvesting armfuls of beauty, something we city dwellers can only dream of.

You can pick them,
pop them in a vase ...
and then paint them.
Pick them .. a vase

and paint them.

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