Have spent the last 3 days getting the garden ready for the summer. Pruning, tidying,weeding, cutting the grass and renewing some of the herbs in the herb garden. In the midst of it I took time out to go and admire some wild dafodills. We went to Warley Place just 15 minutes drive from home. The above picture shows the centre of Warley Village, Nr. Brentwood in Essex.
Warley Place is now a nature reserve run by The Essex Wildlife Trust. It was formerly the home of Miss Ellen Willmott who died in 1934. She was a keen horticulturist. The grounds are an example of what happens when a garden is neglected and nature takes over. Decades of the multiplication of the daffodill bulbs. (The trust is now in the process of managing the woodland areas.)
Although our walk takes us through the woods and fields and conservatory ruins with many interesting things, it is the daffodills that we are feasting on today.
Oh! How beautiful, everywhere one looks there are daffodills
We are on our way out now back into the village, past the walled garden and admiring the Magnolia and Camelia which as you can see are pretty ancient.
Maybe we will come again in the Summer and see the changing scenery.
5 comments:
Such lovely Garden scenes and such a lovely journal.
Thanks for your visit and sweet words.
Blessings from Ontario Canada!
How beautiful.
We are still struggling with snow here.....
I love dafodills! Seeing all these Spring time pictures from the other side of the world has inspired me. I think I am going to plant some bulbs soon. Here in Australia it is getting cooler as Autumn has just begun.
"A host of golden daffodils"......
How I envy you the spring weather, we didn't get past 28 today and at 8:00 am the freezing rain started, at 11:00 am it changed to snow and snowed, and snowed and snowed. It's called a "Noreaster" and it sure it, when all is said and done we should get betten 6-7 inches of snow, along the east coast they could get 18-24".
Please keep posting the lovely pictures, that way I can dream, can't I.
"Daffodils" (1804)
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;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
Isobel stole the words right out of my mouth…hehe. When I first laid my eyes on the golden field of daffodils I immediately thought of this poem; my favorite actually. And of course the flower is for the month of March ~ my birthday. I see Spring in my thoughts but no where near the show I see on the British blogs. Thanks for sharing these lovely pictures. Luv Annabelle
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