My friend Louise gave me a bucket of daffodil bulbs last fall. She was digging up and dividing some large clumps (as I need to do myself this coming fall) and so I stuck in bulbs here, there, and yonder in our little entry garden.
Of course you can't tell by looking at the dormant bulbs, but I'd more or less expected they'd be the standard single yellow daffodil. Which is lovely.
But what a delightful surprise to find an fancy assortment! White and pink and yellow and coral! Where'd that come from? I found myself thinking as bloom after bloom opened in our entryway.
The double one makes me think of a Dreamsicle and the yellow to coral shading below seems inexpressibly beautiful to me.
Josie is a fan of the yellows . . .
. . . they're fragrant and I have so many of them that I'll always let her pick some.
And deer don't eat daffodils.