I WANDER’D lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;…
William Wordsworth, 1804
April in the Berkshires is a King Alfred kind of month. In the late 19C, the King Alfred trumpet daffodil was developed. All trumpets descend from this one. The real King Alfred bulb is very rare but not extinct.
As you know, Alfred The Great was a medieval king in Britain in the 9th Century. I hope he liked the color yellow!
Great swathes of trumpet daffodils are shivering in our Berkshire sunshine in this slow attempt at spring. Perhaps if I looked at the statistics I would see it was a spring like any other but we all feel it is a reluctant visitor.
This delightful Narcissus is the only golden one I grow, preferring the white flat cup ‘Actea’, ‘Poeticus’ and ‘Pheasant’s Eye’. This one has been trying to open for a week.
With its King Alfred yellow color, forsythia is blooming up and down the roads. I love it when it is allowed to froth forth in its awkwardly enthusiastic shape.
Not like these tortured blobs… It seems that most people forget its natural abundance and impose their order on it or they try and cram it into too small a space and have to hack it to death.
Often they are planted together in a sunshine-y burst that must ignite the neighborhood. For me, this is a drive-by combination that is fun to see but not to live with.
Pansies with their cheerful faces pick up the King Alfred color too.
April showers bring King Alfred slickers. Nothing is cuter than a slicker-wearing toddler jumping in puddles!
Inside begonias cast their glow, waiting their turn to stay outside.
Hosts of daffodils create vibrant bouquets in silver julep cups.
And make a poem out of black and white graphic linens, mats and runner for a Spring Luncheon.