In last weekend’s sunshine, the Rijnveld’s Early Sensation daffodils that I planted in the autumn continued to open, their golden trumpets singing against blue spring skies.
Despite this week’s subsequent plummet into damp drizzling misty gloom, these glorious blooms continue to multiply in our front garden, a line of sunshine on the greyest day along the narrow bed.
Another rank of these daffodils that I planted along the inner edge of the grass verge, along the post and rail fence which holds the young beech saplings in line, also welcomes us home.
I planted a mix of species tulips and anonymous daffodil bulbs reclaimed from the original garden alongside these, in the coming months a wave of different flowers should come and go.
The grass verge was grown from seed last year, after the depradations of skips and building rubble had taken their toll on the original grass, and the front lawn was only turfed in the autumn: both look lush and vibrant, ready for their first cut now. Punctuated with splashes of spring sunshine from the daffodils, it’s amazing what a difference a year makes.