Here in New Zealand, the sap has risen – trees everywhere are bursting in to leaf . The short, grey days of July are consigned to memory – until next year. The blue skies and warm winds of spring invite skiving off. One day last week we did just that. Abandoning our desks and the piles of paper work, we drove to Central Hawkes Bay to pick daffodils.
Mabin Family Daffodils, at Taniwha Station, are well known. You could say they’re an institution. Their farm is on the Takapau Plains – about an hour and a half’s drive from Napier. It’s well signposted but if you should happen to miss the signs there’s no missing the daffodils. There are ten hectares of them.
The Mabin family sell the daffodils to raise funds for Plunket. For those who don’t know, in New Zealand, Plunket provides support for new mothers and children up to the age of five. It’s been around since the turn of last century. (Plunket got its rather strange name from an early patron.)
At Taniwha Station for the price of a bunch – $4:00 for thirty stems – you can enjoy the sunshine, the spectacular views to the Ruahine ranges, and pick your own blooms.
For me it’s impossible to see all those daffodils without thinking about the Wordsworths. William was a famous poet – famous enough to make it in to the literary canon. Daffodils, his most well-known poem, begins: I wandered lonely as a cloud. You’ll probably have heard of it.
His sister Dorothy Wordsworth isn’t famous at all; or at least, not very.
But she is credited with providing the inspiration for her brother’s daffodil poem. I suppose that is something. As is the case for so many women, her own talents were never fully developed. (If you sense me seething about that, you’d be right!)
After the picking is done there’s a very comfy seat and excellent coffee. We got slightly carried away – the three bunches in the photo below are all ours!
Wherever you are in the world, what are you doing to celebrate the change of seasons?
When you look at daffodils, who do you muse about? William or Dorothy?