A Host of Golden Daffodils!

We planted several hundred Daffodil bulbs last fall and this spring, and over the past few days, they are just beginning to flower.  There are a few places still to burst out, but I expect the next few warm days will help them. The last couple of weeks of April should be when The Oxbow is at its prime for daffodils.

We have also replanted several spots with Snowdrops.


Does anyone know what these little white ground covering flowers are?


These blue flowers are perennials too, and have bulbs. Does anyone know what they are?


IMG_0307Join the Erie Canal Neighbors Association and help us look after The Oxbow.

Plants needed. If you have perennials to dispose of, please let us know. Email us here please


Author: Mike Caswell

I live in Fairport, and my home is at The Oxbow section of The Erie Canal. I fish, have a pontoon boat and like messing in boats. (see www.mud-skipper.com). I'm retired and enjoy every day living here with my wife Carol and our two dogs.

2 thoughts on “A Host of Golden Daffodils!”

  1. I live across from the Hill School on Hurlbut Rd. I know the oxbow is off Erie Street, but where can I park and
    where is the path to the Oxbow?


  2. My reason for planting these daffodils is because I recall the spectacle of daffodils in a woodland scene by the water’s edge of a lake in England, and I guess I wanted to duplicate it here.


    Here is Bowood Lake, in Calne, England, a favorite place from my childhood memories. Home of Lord Lansdowne & The Earl of Shelburne.

    Of course, the poem by William Wordsworth sums up daffodils perfectly.

    I wandered lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host, of golden daffodils;
    Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
    Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

    Continuous as the stars that shine
    And twinkle on the milky way,
    They stretched in never-ending line
    Along the margin of a bay:
    Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
    Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

    The waves beside them danced; but they
    Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
    A poet could not but be gay,
    In such a jocund company:
    I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
    What wealth the show to me had brought:

    For oft, when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood,
    They flash upon that inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude;
    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the daffodils.

    – William Wordsworth (1815)


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