I'm so excited. I was given some daffodil bulbs last autumn by a disloyal prof at the local college where I work. I say disloyal because he is always doing us down in the office but in his favour he is a good gardener and always seems to be able to come up with something different every year. I just don't know how he does it.
Anyways he's been saying for years now that he was growing some 'special' daffodil bulbs and has promised us all a few bulbs every year but as each year passes we end up with just a consolation hyacinth in a glass or something daft like that. Either that or the promised special daffs come up in a nice shade of yellow. How unusual (not) we all say every spring. ;D
Last September he did at least give us all two bags of daffodil bulbs each - there's about five of us in the back office - but since I already have a garden full of daffs I wasn't terribly interested and as it was very wet I am embarrased to say that I only got one bag planted, and put the other bag at the side of the microwave in the kitchen, and forgot all about them until December So I just hurriedly lumped them in any old how in two clumps at the back of the garden under the trees. That way I could at least say I had planted them but if they weren't very good they would be mainly out of sight except from my neighbour Margaret, and she can only just see over the fence at the bottom of her garden although there is a hole in it where her dog gets through - quite a lot I have to say - and it comes trampling all over my garden. It's a Great Dane, and my poor garden looks like it is on the Wildebeest migration route after Ceasar's - great name for a dog isn't it lol? - been mantling all over everything.
Sorry I'm rambling again. Get back to the point Rosemary!
So this morning after Ceasar came through the fence yet again with neighbour Margaret in hot pursuit I happened to be outside hanging the washing on the line when Margaret saw me and complimented me on the unusal daffodils. "What do you mean unusual?" I said. "You know, those red and blue ones at the bottom under the trees" "Don't be silly Margaret" I said, "there's no such thing as red and blue daffodils", but to my utter astonishment, there they were, resplendent in bright red and light blue. All I can think of is that it must be something to do with being next to the microwave in the warm kitchen for nearly three months, as the other bag that I planted at the front of the garden came up yellow as usual.
I have taken the photos as otherwise noone will believe me and no doubt they will be gone tomorrow, most likely having been stomped on by an oversized dog.
Ceasar is a lovely dog but he's just so big. Here's a photo I took of him last summer with Margaret.
Er, yes, very interesting Lady Rosemary. Are you sure that you're not looking at the garden with rose tinted spectacles on?
You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time. Abraham Lincoln, (attributed) 16th president of US (1809 - 1865)