Daffs

A bit of a hit and run post as I have very little time. These daffs, in my favourite vase, the one that MasterB broke, but which fortunately I was able to mend, cast a bright glow on a dull day.

Daffs

Daffs

They seem to capture what little sunlight comes through the windows and spread it out around the room.
Roll on spring!

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12 thoughts on “Daffs

  1. Only yesterday I was purchasing yellow daffs to discover I had inadvertently grabbed tulips which were twice the cost of my little 1.98 (Canadian bunch of spring trumpets). When the clerk rang in nearly 9 dollars, I knew something was wrong. Will get my little bunches before the weekend, didn’t have time to stay yesterday. So happy to see someone else loves them as much as I do. Thanks for the sunny bouquet! xo

  2. Aren’t they always a joy!
    I love them. My kitchen windowsill is never without a pot of Tete a Tete at this time of year, and when they fade I plant them in the garden. Such a cheap treat from the supermarket/greengrocer.
    The garden, needless to say, is consequently overflowing with Tete a Tete, all coming into flower now.
    Wonderful.

    • My windowsills still have flowering narcissi on them, and the next wave of later planted hyacinths. One of the amaryllis has failed to grow and I am hoping the one that has will hold off from blooming until I am home again. Apart from the amaryllis the bulbs end up in the garden, and each year seeing them come up again reminds me of their indoor beauty. Sounds posy, but it is true!

  3. Good evening, Isobel.

    Best wishes to MasterB whose adventures I drop in to follow whenever I have the chance.I really don’t comment on your excellent posts often enough, for which I apologise. Please be assured that I am still reading and enjoying them.

    So, anyhow, I am sitting here tonight reading this post whilst trying to persuade the hound to sufficiently distress his Valentine card to Mrs M before I put it in the envelope. ‘To My lovely Girlfriend – Being with you is my favourite place to be’. I hope that she will like the sentiment and it’s certainly true that Dougal is her dog. Not that I’m jealous or bitter very much at all.

    Moving on, daffodils are an overrated flower in my opinion. I appreciate that the Welsh like them but they have to eat whatever they can from leeks to seaweed to survive in that benighted country.The only reason that said daffodils get all their good press from the rest of the world is that bloody poem.

    I refer, of course, to the poem by Bud Neill:-

    ‘The snowdrop drops.
    The crocus croaks,
    And, in my little window box,
    The yellow daffy hings its heid,

    Oh, Daffy! Must you hing your heid?
    Could you but heid your hing.
    No bother would it be to rhyme
    Your heiding hing with Spring.,

    • Nice to see you John. The last couple of times I tried to comment on yr page things went awry. I wrote a long comment in reply to the Blandings post and did not have the heart to start again when it vanished.
      Hope all is well with you, that Dougal and Mrs Mac enjoy a love filled Valentine’s Day. I disagree with you about daffs, but thanks for the poem. I have never read it before. Where I live used to be a famous flower nursery. It specialised in tulips, and I have a soft spot for them. We used to have loads, but the squirrels feast on the bulbs.
      As for what we eat, am off to Ireland tomorrow for a few days, and although it may not be on the menu this time, seaweed is a local delicacy. I love leeks, though I realise these comments were probably aimed at Jan!

  4. I love winter, the cold, and bundling up in hats and gloves. But I am ready for spring. Two days ago Miles and I froze on our walk and I think Miles is really looking forward to not being cold. Poor guy has such troubles with his hips when it’s damp and cold.

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