Narcissus

I spent most of my childhood living in a village in Cambridgeshire. Our house had a large garden and my father was a botanist who grew a range of things that he was fond of. This included a large range of Narcissus (the daffodil family) and every spring I used to go out and pick some from each set to put in a vase.

These days, our front garden has a few, small narcissus which I don't feel like picking. So instead, yesterday, I went to the flower shop and spent a small amount of money.



Nostalgia? Yes, but I'm still very keen.