When we moved into our new garden, it was the end of autumn. We had seen it a couple of times in high summer but we were otherwise oblivious to anything in the garden outside of these times. One thing that the neighbours did mention to us was how much the lady who had previously owned the house had loved daffodils but we didn't think much of this.
It wasn't until nearly 6 months later that we saw just how much this was true. Throughout March and April (and sometimes in February and May!) our garden becomes a backdrop for the delightful, bobbing heads of hundreds of sunny daffodils.
I have to admit that I've never been a huge fan of daffodils. In Australia the only time I ever saw daffodils were the cut flowers sold in supermarkets in the weeks surrounding Daffodil Day, a fundraising event for cancer. I had never seen one in the ground before moving to the UK and I've always felt a little sad about them.
It took a few years of walking along the paths between the seas of yellow at Wimpole Hall to start to feel differently about the flower. These days out at my local National Trust property marked the start of the days of weather tolerable enough to want to go outside. And in the UK, this is what we all wait for after winter has dragged its wet feet far too far through the new year.
Now that I have them in my own garden, I look forward to their arrival eagerly. Not only do they mean that the worst of the weather is (probably) behind us, but they are the most cheerful thing to bring inside to brighten up the rooms and the bees love them.
The previous owners were definitely collectors and the range of daffodils is great, especially since they progressively flower throughout spring. I don't have anywhere near enough knowledge about them to be able to identify the types but I did add to the collection this year with Narcissus Sailboat from Avon Bulbs which went under the lifted variegated holy in the back corner for the garden.