Stories about flowers at all times interest me and those about daffodils are particularly interesting. Do you know that when you preserve chickens, you may not want to carry daffodils into the house. An old saying in Herfordshire U.K. tells us that if you bring daffodils inside when the hens are sitting, no chicks will probably be born alive. The other of this in Devon, says that the number of goslings that shall be hatched and reared is identical as the variety of daffodil flower stems which are introduced into the home within the first bouquet of the year. In Europe, daffodil colonies often indicate an previous non secular site. Apparently the daffodils had been planted by the monastery inhabitants and years after the demise of the buildings, the plants continue to grow.
The daffodil family or narcissus is toxic and we're told by knowledgeable bulb historians that mortally wounded Roman troopers would eat a few bulbs. The bulb would work its narcotic wonder and the soldier would painlessly die. I've never tried to eat one however am advised you shouldn't have to fret about your youngsters eating them as they are one of many vilest tasting bulbs around. This vile taste is nature's way of defending them from predators.
Now, a lesser-recognized epithet when utilized to soldiery is to be referred to as a daffodil. Apparently which means that they are nice to have a look at but yellow by way of and through. This time period was apparently used in official British correspondence in the course of the second world conflict and precipitated a bit of a diplomatic drawback between the British and Australians. The British saying it was the Australian daffodils that lost Singapore and the Australians pointing out the true nature of the problem was British leadership.
Whatever the story, take pleasure in your shiny yellow daffodils this spring.