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 ..

...in a vase

and paint them.

Daffodils need springtime weather

Sydney doesn't do spring. Sydney has winter (and yes, often much cooler than people expect) and then summer. Between winter and summer there is a short period when you are not sure whether the day will be winter cold or really warm. I am reminded of this looking at my daffodils. 

In most places daffodils last long enough to enjoy them, but in Sydney you watch them poke through the soil in cold July but by mid August when they finally flower the season has changed. Today there is a hot wind blowing from the north and the few daffodils the birds didn't decapitate will only last a day or two. It's wiser to stick to hybiscus I suppose.

Early Easter Sunday

Early on Easter Sunday morning the sun was shining on the daffodils

and Feldweg 78 was crisp and beautiful.