There is a secluded little pond hidden on a quiet country road that gets absolutely carpeted by daffodils every spring. The owner planted about 300 bulbs ten years ago, and those 300 bulbs have multiplied to over 10,000 (estimated by owner).
It is a joy to see every spring.
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.
-- William Wordsworth
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.
-- William Wordsworth