Daffodils~Bright, Welcome, Spring Blooms
“Consider the daffodil. And while you’re doing that, I’ll be over here, looking through your stuff.”
Jack Handy, (American Writer and cast member of Saturday Night Live from 1991-2003. Famous for his Deep Thoughts comedy sketches.)
When the Daffodils began to bloom, I know Spring has arrived. Over the past week I’ve noticed Daffodils blooming everywhere-in my yard-as well as along the roadsides.
I live in a slightly rural part of the county. I have cows, goats and horses who live in my neighborhood…and they make pretty good neighbors. I’ve never had to call the cops on the gals known as “Thelma and Louise” (goats)…for any of their behavior…or loud parties…but as I drift down the small road to my home, every spring there are bunches of daffodils growing in clusters here and there along the creek bank and flat land nearby. I find myself wondering, “How did those bulbs get there? The Creek when it flooded? Maybe someone lived there once, a very long time ago?” Daffodils are a hardy plant, known to keep coming back long after it’s humans who once cared for them have gone….
From the Washington Post….
The history of daffodils in Gloucester and Mathews — part of the Powhatan nation, which gave us its most famous daughter, Pocahontas — began with the arrival of English settlers who brought with them mementos of home, small bulbs secreted in the hems of their dresses. According to local lore, the women planted them in the clearings around their homesteads; the bulbs found the sandy, loamy soils and long springs, cooled by miles of waterfront, a hospitable environment. It wasn’t until after the Civil War that the flowers were considered anything other than a welcome but otherwise unremarkable spring event.