Here in Smalltownland the Daffodils, or March Lilies as they are known around here, bloom on a famous hillside.
Famous because there seem to be thousands of them. Naturalized over many, many years, the flowers spill down the hillside from an historic house. The house, built between 1810-1825, sits on a bluff that overlooks the city.
The house is known to have retained its interior woodwork, original brick, and transoms. If you own the property it goes without saying that most of the town will visit the field in front of your house, in the springtime.
I took a couple of teenage girls with me to visit this field.
I think they enjoyed the visit as much as I did.
Some people come to pick a bouquet and some to take photos. I enjoyed the scent of the flowers almost as much as anything.
It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl call "to-whoo"! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.