Yellow, yellow daffodil

Dancing in the sun

Oh yellow, yellow daffodil

You tell me Spring has come

I can hear a bluebird sing

Or hear a robin’s call

But yellow, yellow daffodil

I love you most of all

 

It’s so exciting for us when the daffodils bloom here in Ontario after a long-drawn out winter.

We have a fairly large yard and meadow and I planted daffodil bulbs right in the grass beyond our vegetable garden and on the way to the woodland. My idea was that it would be like wild flowers coming up on the lawn and something exciting for my daughter to see sprouting in the ground while we are looking for the first signs of Spring. Luckily they sprout before the grass gets too long so my plan worked out. They also multiply like crazy and squirrels don’t like to eat them, so they continue to spread. Some people think it’s weird that I deliberately planted them to go rogue but I have never been conventional in my approaches to gardening. This fall I also plan on going crazy with crocus bulbs all over the lawn. 

At the time of posting this, the daffodils are starting to fade away, but I didn’t want to forget to share my daughter’s favourite spring-time poem.

We learnt it from Clare Beaton’s Garden Rhymes, a favourite children’s book of ours. Every time I purge all the neglected toys and books, that one never gets discarded because it’s very special and magical to her. Ours has been used so much that tape is now holding the pages together. 

It’s a nice small collection of very simple rhymes for children to begin memorizing. 

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