Daffodils
– Day 5
I need not have worried that the daffodils would fail to open.
When April thrills
the wakening hills,
The sunshine on their
summits spills
The charm divine of
amber wine –
Then come the
darling daffodils –
The darling, darling
daffodils!
While winter chills
yet rarely kills,
And slowly yet the Dream
fulfils,
In mist and rain
they come again,
The dainty, dancing
daffodils –
The dream-descended
daffodils.
When vapor crawls
and mountain walls
Give back the cuckoo’s
ringing calls,
Old friends and dear
they reappear,
The dauntless,
dainty daffodils,
The hope-inspiring
daffodils!
Before the swallow
wings his flight,
Or frosts have
ceased to blast and blight,
With rapture fine
their faces shine;
The bliss-begotten
daffodils,
The bliss-bestowing
daffodils.
National Trust Cotehele in Cornwall has a unique collection of heritage daffodils, including 19th century hybrids, the descendants of the once-thriving flower industry in the valley of the River Tamar. The ‘Little Gardens’, as the fields were known locally, were farmed by generations of families, sending flowers and fresh produce by rail to the large city markets. After WWII the industry declined and the fields were no longer tended. Discarded daffodil bulbs were thrown away but continued to flower unnoticed for years.Volunteers at Cotehele collected many of the rare daffodils and a local grower added old ‘historic’ bulbs from his collection. These flowers have been catalogued and are established and protected in the Cotehele gardens.









