Daffodils
– Day 3
Daffodil’s Return, Bliss Carman (1861-1929)
What matter if the sun be lost?
What matter though the sky be gray?
There’s joy enough about the house,
For Daffodil comes home today.
There’s news of swallows on the air,
There’s word of April on the way,
They’re calling flowers within the street,
And Daffodil comes home today.
O who would care what fate may bring,
Or what the years may take away!
There’s life enough within the hour,
For Daffodil comes home today.
Although we refer to these flowers are daffodils, their botanical name is Narcissus. In Greek mythology, Narcissus was a beautiful, self-absorbed youth, who fell in love with his own reflection. In despair at being unable to reach the gorgeous vision he died and in his place there grew a lovely flower. The drooping flowers of the plant are said to represent Narcissus bending over the pool to admire his reflection.
Narcissus also gives his name to narcissism, or narcissistic personality disorder, an affliction which causes the subject to display grandiosity and to demand excessive attention and admiration. Narcissists also show a marked lack of empathy. Some examples are Alexander the Great, Henry VIII, Catherine the Great, Adolf Hitler and possibly an orange-hued politician from across the pond.Narcissus derives from the Greek ‘narkōticos’, meaning to ‘make stiff or numb’. Its etymology probably relates to the daffodil's toxicity, since all parts of the plant are poisonous. Care should be taken when cutting daffodil stems because the alkaloids in the sap can cause a rash if they come into contact with the skin.
Daffodils have inspired painters and poets. William Wordsworth’s well-known poem,,written in 1804, 6 was conceived on a walk in 1802 with his sister Dorothy in the Lake District. Dorothy described the sight in her journal.
When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow park we saw a few daffodils close to the water side, we fancied that the lake had floated the seed ashore and that the little colony had so sprung up – But as we went along there were more and yet more and at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the Lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to them. There was here and there a little knot and a few stragglers a few yards higher up but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity and unity and life of that one busy highway – We rested again and again. The Bays were stormy and we heard the waves at different distances and in the middle of the water like the Sea.
Artists who have been drawn to paint daffodils have included Berthe Morisot (1841–1892)
Daffodils
Carl Thomsen (1847-1912)
Arranging daffodils
Floris Hendrik Verster (1861-1927)
Daffodils in a ginger jar
John Singer Sargent (1856–1925)
Still life with daffodils
Thomas Corsan Morton (1859-1928)
Daffodils
I would love to see such a mass of daffodils as Dorothy Wordsworth did.
ReplyDeleteIt must have been breath-taking.
DeleteHeHe! Day 1 Day 2 Day 4 Day 3....Right...?
ReplyDeleteWill this 'ever' end...? :(.
Children's Stories..
by Margo Fallis..
Victoria’s Daffodils....
Victoria’s favorite flowers were daffodils. When spring came they grew in her garden. She thought they looked like bright yellow trumpets. Pink butterflies came to sip nectar and gather pollen. Bumblebees buzzed from flower to flower. Victoria loved the sweet smell of the daffodils. When the wind blew, they nodded their flowery heads up and down. The new leaves on the trees shimmered and made a whispering sound. Victoria watered the flowers every day to help them grow tall. Sunshine kissed their soft petals.
Sometimes she picked up the rich brown earth. Worms wriggled about in her hands. Ants crawled up her legs as she sat in the dirt. Victoria giggled when a ladybug landed on her nose. Drops of rain fell from gray clouds and dripped from the daffodil’s leaves.
Victoria put on her raincoat and galoshes. Her raincoat was the same color as the daffodils. She’d jump in the puddles and splash water on her legs. When the rain stopped, a rainbow spread across the sky. Instead of gray clouds, puffy white ones floated slowly by. Victoria liked to smell the pink roses, The violets and the iris, but none of them smelled or looked as pretty as her favorite flowers, the daffodils...! :O).
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I don't know what happened with my posts - I must have been half-asleep. Irritating!
ReplyDeleteHi Janice - I love the Verster painting ... 'Daffodils in a Ginger Pot' ... I know I've written about daffodils ... but I did a WEP on the Narcissus prompt in December 2021 ... a fun take on the art work.
ReplyDeleteThese paintings are all delightful to see ... I'd love to be able to draw and paint, but no, it's in the family but not here! Cheers - Hilary
How I would love to draw and paint, too, but that Muse passed me by (along with most of the others!)
DeleteI'm really enjoying your articles on daffodils. I do love to see the sunny yellow of Spring flowers. I even get excited at the first dandelions. Of course, after a few hundred of them in the lawn, I'm less impressed. Thanks for this story.
ReplyDeleteI like dandelions, too - and they make excellent wine!
DeleteWhat a lovely selection of paintings . . . "seemed as if they verily laughed . . ." Your daffodils are coloring nicely now.
ReplyDeleteIt's a lovely line - very evocative.
DeleteWow, those paintings, how beautiful x
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They are lovely, aren't they? x x x
DeleteWhen I saw the flower I thought these are Osterglocken (Easter Bell) in German, but the posh name is Narzisse ! They are so cheerful flowers ! I wanted to go out because as activity we have "mass" and I prefer other activities, but I just could drive to the mail box and then I returned home, because the couple I wanted to see, were both in bed with flu or Corona, the symptoms are the same. So I escaped and returned in my cozy room, where little Rose snored !!
ReplyDeleteI didn't know Rosie snored. Herschel snores, too, very loudly!
DeleteA lovely post. My daffodils are a long way from flowering.
ReplyDeleteYou will enjoy them all the more for the long anticipation.
DeleteAnother lovely and interesting post, Janice! Here in Belgium we actually call them "narcissen", although I do love the English daffodil! xxx
ReplyDeleteAll daffodils are narcissi but we always call them daffodils - it can be confusing. x x x
ReplyDeleteI am enjoying your daffodil posts, lovely paintings on this post, my favourite being Carl Thomsen's Arranging daffodils.
ReplyDeleteHave to say I got a bit confused with your numbering, and re-read them all.
They are all interesting posts, thank you.
All the best Jan
Yes, I don't know what happened with my posts - only myself to blame, so I apologise.
DeleteSuch beautiful photos and interesting information about them. Makaes me yearn for spring!
ReplyDeleteSpring really is just around the corner!
DeleteWonderful post, I loved it a lot.
ReplyDeleteThank you and thank you for visiting.
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