and daffodils will be sold in many places to raise money for the Cancer Council. It is particularly fitting because we go to the funeral of Dad's godson today.
The daffodils sold will mostly be of the plain yellow variety that I believe are called King Arthur.
They are the sort of daffodils I believe you can still buy in small bunches from street vendors in London and no doubt many other places. They are a little less common here because our climate is a little warm for bulbs. You need to put tulip bulbs in the 'fridge to 'wake them up' and perhaps other bulbs as well. We just leave our daffodil bulbs in the ground and they seem to come up each year. At the moment there is just one daffodil out, one of the plain yellow variety.
I suspect that these plain yellow daffodils are what most people (who know the poem at all) associate with Wordsworth's host of golden daffodils too.
They are wonderful, cheerful flowers. On one occasion I was given a bunch by a fellow student in London. His name was "Benjy". He was well over seven feet tall and hailed from Jamaica. I used to proof read Benjy's essays so that, as he put it, he would not sound "Jamaican". He rarely did but there were some occasional little oddities that I rather liked. He was a nice man, desperately homesick for his wife and five children. He really could not even afford daffodils but I accepted them and cherished their brilliant colour on a very grey day.
There will be daffodils of all sorts at 'the Show' where I was helping with the judging yesterday. They will range from almost white, through all shades lemon, yellow, gold, mustard, mandarin and orange. They will all be beautiful, along with many other beautiful flowers and plants. As they are at the other end of the big hall which holds the crafts I will possibly see some of them as I do my turn on duty. I can arrive early and take my time walking even more slowly than usual through the hall. By the end of the week they will not look as fresh and I will, as always be saddened by the transitory nature of the beauty of cut flowers.
Each of them however is a small work of art. I tell myself if we had them forever we would not respect them - and they deserve respect.