I visited the Bartlett Arboretum in Stamford, Connecticut, yesterday.

There’s a saying that goes, “The more we know, the more we realize we don’t know.”

Yesterday, I learned a bunch from the Master Gardeners at the Bartlett.

Daffodils are Tough-As-Nails

While waiting for the seminar to start, I noticed a planting of yellow Daffodils.

The temperature was around 40 degrees Fahrenheit, with a 15 to 20-mile-an-hour wind.

The Daffodils didn’t blink at the cold, windy weather.

In fact, their glow made me feel a little warmer.

Daffodils take tough-as-nails to new levels.

“Daffodils” by William Wordsworth

A memorial plaque in the garden has a snippet from “Daffodils” by William Wordsworth, written in 1804.

The verse the snippet is from reads:

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