Spring is, without a doubt, the most exciting time here on the farm. For me, it all starts when the first daffodil greets the day with her sunny cheeks pointed upwards towards the sky. Each autumn I plant a smattering of daffodil bulbs. With no grand plan, I stick them in the ground here and there... with no rhyme or reason other than to forget where they've been planted and subsequently be surprised by their appearance, the following spring.
Daffodils are Spring's first act- an introduction- before a cascade of color begins to unfold.
We are knee-deep in the first part of perennial season now. All of the plants are up and full, and their beautiful blooms are opening in a finely choreographed pageant. Familiar scents fill the air... carried along by the flutter of delicate butterfly wings.
If you are a gardener, then you will know that it's now, when all of the perennial plants are beginning to fill out our gardens, when we wish to say goodbye to the limp greenery left behind by the now withered daffodil blossoms.
I have never thought it a good idea to simply cut off the remaining daffodil plants.
To me, it seems that the energy of the plant needs to return to the bulb...