16/15: early signs of spring

the first daffodil of 2015

Once again I am astounded that a couple of daffodils opened their petals just after my birthday on July 1st. I was just as surprised in 2012, 185/366: the daffodil tradition, at their early appearance, though in that year I couldn’t find the blue vase. Read the above underlined link for the significance of the missing blue vase.

Fortunately, we found said blue vase in 2013, so we were able to continue the tradition of 32/366: dad’s daffodils.

This year, 2015, they took pride of place on top of the crystal cabinet that I received from my generous husband on my birthday.

the daffodil tradition continues



48/52: breath of spring

As Spring draws to a close, I fondly remember the daffodils which heralded the arrival of the season. I have oft-repeated my love of bulbs, for their tenacity and continuous consistency, so let’s revisit a host of golden daffodils.

a host of golden daffodils

One year I splurged and bought some designer daffodil bulbs, shown below.

an unusual daffodil

Enjoy one last look at a daffodil, because before we know it, Christmas will be upon us!

daffodil close up

32/366: dad’s daffodils live on

Daffodils have always reminded me of my dear departed Dad, as he was very fond of bulbs. I think part of this stemmed from his Scottish heritage (my maiden name is Reid), as it is a very cost-effective way of having flowers, particularly compared with annuals. Not only do they come up every year, but they multiply, and that is very thrifty!


I, too, carry this gene, and you can see it often in my recycling ways, saving money and being a creative outlet as well.

budding daffodil


Last year I wrote about a family tradition, whereby Dad would always cut the first daffodils and place them in the blue vase on the mantelpiece. I inherited that vase, and have emulated that habit, except for last year when I couldn’t find the vase. At least I had photos of it so I didn’t mind too much, and blogging about it seemed to satisfy the urge to continue the tradition.

To my delight, while my husband and I were cleaning out and re-organising the garage earlier this year, I found the vase, so the daffodil tradition has been happily reinstated.

   the daffodil tradition 2013

29/52: the arrival of the early daffodil

It strikes me as rather bizarre, to be telling you about a blooming daffodil in the middle of July. The seasons worldwide are definitely changing.

Experiencing a fairly mild winter here in Melbourne, Australia, I was amazed to find the first daffodil of the season, almost a month earlier than last year. Still, I’m not complaining, as I adore daffodils. Funnily, yellow is not my favourite colour, and I can definitely trace that back to the ghastly yellow we were subjected to in our childhood bedroom, which had been a sunroom before we lived there. However, the sight of bright yellow daffodils is a different story. In the garden, to me they always herald the beginning of spring.

??????????????????????????????? IMG_3557 ???????????????????????????????closeup of a daffodilOn my walk this morning I was thinking about these daffodils, when I came up with a new word. It’s bazurd, spelling of which I am unsure, because I just blended two words together unwittingly: bizarre and absurd. Isn’t that how new words are invented? The press are always doing it e.g. Brangelina for Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, so why can’t I?

I went right off track there, but never mind. It’s my blog and occasionally I am allowed to prattle on. After all, this is princessprattles, so pourqoui pas? (Why not?)

345/366: sharing a bed

After planting out excess daffodil bulbs outside the rear bay window, and enjoying a lovely display of yellow in spring, I realised that if I planted autumn bulbs in between the daffodils, then I would get two seasons of colour from one garden bed.

daffodils in the bed

daffodils will share a bed with nerines

To this end, I took the pot of over-crowded nerines and separated them.Then I laid them out between the daffodils, the dead leaves having now been trimmed. With the help of my trusty bulb remover, the task was not difficult.

placing the nerinesShadow even helped. By helping I mean he played with a dead daffodil leaf.

Shadow helps

By the time I finished I had three pots of bulbs, plus two garden beds. That gives you an idea of how packed in they were. It was like living in a tenement and moving out to the country. Hope they survive having all that space. Maybe they’ll take a year or two to settle in, but bulbs are thankfully fairly resilient.

mulched and ready to growAnother lot of nerine bulbs are located on the other side of this path, and should create a nice mass of pink on either side.

mulchedHopefully the flowers will look something like this:

nerine closeup

256/366: a different daffodil

Some years ago up in the top tier we planted a lemon tree in a circular garden, surrounded by specially selected different daffodils. Instead of the regular variety, some of them had double frills and two colours.

Unfortunately they are very shaded up there due to the canopy of larger trees. However, this one managed to flower. As you can see, it seems rather unusual.

Perhaps I should think about repositioning them in the garden? Elsewhere they may do better. I may have to research the net to check when is best; probably when they have died down, but then I won’t be able to see where they are. It’s not like I don’t have plenty of other projects to keep me busy.

246/366: father’s day 2012

As we celebrate Father’s Day on the first Sunday in September in Australia, I think of my dear departed Dad. He has been gone for eleven years now, and I don’t think I will ever stop missing him. Obviously over the intervening years it has become easier to bear, as time is a great healer.

Now in my garden I look around at things that remind me of him, and I feel blessed. I treasure the daffodil bulbs he gave me, which these days you would probably call “heirloom” varieties.

Then there are the three plum trees. Originally only one was transplanted, but two more grew from that one; yay more plums!

And lastly, I love the purple rhododendron that we transplanted, usually flowering at the end of October.

228/366: daffy-down-dilly

Daffy-down-dilly, which sounds a trifle bizarre, was apparently the original name for the daffodil, which belongs to the Amaryllis family, genus Narcissi, a trumpet-flowered English bulb.

Being the middle of August, with all these daffodils on display, shows that spring is just around the corner. Yippee! I’m not really a winter person, but it probably makes us appreciate the warmer weather more.

While taking these photos, Zorro deigned to pose with the daffodils to add his majestic black and white poise as a counter-balance to the delightful yellowness that is a daffodil.

210/366: a breath of spring

Although we are just at the tailend of July, two thirds of the way through winter in Australia, daffodils have started to bloom, bringing the promise of spring with their beautiful sunshiney blooms.

On an otherwise bleak day, I was very lucky to have snapped these photos just before a downpour in which I could easily have been drenched.

133/366: junior’s busting out all over

When I replanted the daffodil bulbs, because little green tips were already showing, I made the mistake of not planting them deep enough. See related posts (let’s lift bulbs, and daffodil discovery).

Consequently, they started to just about explode out of the ground.

I picked one such daffodil bulb out of the ground, interested to see its root development.

Part of the problem was that I didn’t dig deep enough underneath and loosen the soil in the transplanting. When you go down a fair way you get to clay, which is not easy for plants to grow in. Lesson well-learned, I decided the quickest and easiest way to solve the problem this time round was to heap a 25 litre bag of potting mix over the top, and water it in.

As attractive as that looks, I knew that two-legged and four-legged animals may find it appealing also. Birds could dig into it looking for worms, or my darling cats might think it a special new outdoor kitty litter tray. To avoid such occurrences, I have covered it in a not-so-pretty, but practical way, to give the daffodils a chance to claim this patch of garden as their own.