Fair Daffodils
Mar. 15th, 2023 07:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphilo It was a day when it was quite pleasant to be outside so I planted all my remaining bulbs. The daffodils I planted last year are all in flower- so I reckon bulbs must like me; I certainly like them.
Daffodils in particular.
There's a poem I learned as a child that begins, "Fair daffodils we weep to see/ You haste away so soon." It's by Robert Herrick. Dear Robin Herrick- the Caroline clergyman with the pagan bent! (Though he also wrote "Divine numbers" they are much less convincing). I suspect we all feel that way about daffodils. They come so early- and are so welcome- and then they fade away. I'm not an outwardly emotional person but I weep inwardly.
Another thing I did was hang up all our solar-powered lights. It was good to watch them spark up in the gloaming and then phase from red to blue to green...
Daffodils in particular.
There's a poem I learned as a child that begins, "Fair daffodils we weep to see/ You haste away so soon." It's by Robert Herrick. Dear Robin Herrick- the Caroline clergyman with the pagan bent! (Though he also wrote "Divine numbers" they are much less convincing). I suspect we all feel that way about daffodils. They come so early- and are so welcome- and then they fade away. I'm not an outwardly emotional person but I weep inwardly.
Another thing I did was hang up all our solar-powered lights. It was good to watch them spark up in the gloaming and then phase from red to blue to green...
