There are people who know the world in specifics – not gull, but black-backed, (lesser and greater), black-headed, common, glaucous and herring. There are people who know the woods – not trees, but oak, willow, hazel, aspen, and lime, and not oak but sessile or pedunculate. There are people who learn the names, the Latin, the genus, the cultivar, making lists for countries and years, and the life-list with all the ticks – the bbjs, and the gaps they need to fill. And then, there are other people whose hands and eyes know everything, who taste the wind for salt or coming rain, who find the right leaf or root or berry for health or flavour, without a word spoken. … Read more
“It had been huddling like an old gray woman grabbing her shawl, in an underground house, stirring a promise to return. Soon its six petals harmonic sense will bring love”.
(Daffodils by Martin Willitts Jr, Dylan Thomas International Poetry Award – Winning Poem 2014)
Britain’s native daffodil, Narcissus pseudonarcissus ssp pseudonarcissus, the Lent Lily, is a tribute to the powers of early Spring. She brings light and gentle movement to the stiller, wetter soils, whilst also foretelling of community, gathering in ‘crowds’ as poet William Wordsworth also witnessed. The Victorian ‘Language of Flowers’ suggests a daffodil speaks of unrequited love, but I know this not to be true. … Read more