I am aching to see the many patches of daffodils I've planted at my NH house. They are one of my top favorite flowers, and I love to pick different kinds. One year my niece Rachel helped me plant 50 pink ones, but I think I like the poeticus sort, like 'Actaea' ( named after one of King Solomon's concubines) and the double flowering, such as 'Cheerfulness,' (heirloom, 1923) best of all. Its scent is heaven. And don't miss the double, tousle-headed ones like 'Rip Van Winkle,' all yellow, double, almost like a dandelion.
A few weeks ago I bought 3 bunches of supermarket daffodils to take to friends. They were the standard trumpet yellow. At my friends', I asked them to guess where the daffs had grown. No one guessed; they were from England.
I have bought Irish daffs in supermarkets; it's amazing to think it's cost-effective.
My mother grew so many daffodils I used to joke that they could be seen from a jet flying from Boston to Paris. She encouraged picking, and so do I.
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