I was fortunate enough to have a Welsh grandmother, and so St David's Day, 1st March each year, was always a time of daffodils. St David is the patron saint of Wales, and the daffodil is the national flower. I'm not fortunate enough to have ever learned any Welsh, but The Inelegant Gardener has obliged with an example of the language.
I shall just shove up a few photos of daffodils instead.
These are all in Green Park at the moment, near the tube station.
Sadly, cut daffodils in the house always make me sniffle, so since I moved out of my parents' house I haven't had any.
One Welsh flower that definitely won't make me sniffle is Ospreys and Welsh rugby player James Hook:
What can I say - I like the tall, blue-eyed, protruding brow-ridge look. Just ask Hubster. And I think if Grannie and her sister Aunty Bee Bee were still alive, they'd like James Hook too.
I shall just shove up a few photos of daffodils instead.
These are all in Green Park at the moment, near the tube station.
Sadly, cut daffodils in the house always make me sniffle, so since I moved out of my parents' house I haven't had any.
One Welsh flower that definitely won't make me sniffle is Ospreys and Welsh rugby player James Hook:
What can I say - I like the tall, blue-eyed, protruding brow-ridge look. Just ask Hubster. And I think if Grannie and her sister Aunty Bee Bee were still alive, they'd like James Hook too.
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