The land my parents, children and I live on was once a commercial daffodil operation known as Royal Colony Farm, run by my paternal grandfather, The General.
At one time, commercial daffodil growers were so prolific and the need for cheap labor so great that students were let out of school early just to help pick the endless seas of yellow painting this rural county for a few weeks every year.
I learned just about every aspect of the business, from picking to packing to
Since this will be the fourth spring since this blog was born, there are already plenty of blog posts on the topic of daffodils without me inventing a new one. Just a small sampling (and believe me, there are plenty others) is listed below.
Click here for one of the first posts I ever did about daffodils.
Click here for a post about the difference between daffodils and buttercups, evidently a question on many people's minds because every spring Google directs them here searching for the answer.
Click here for a post that references how important daffodils were to Mathews County . This one references that oldie but goodie, the 1962 USDA Soil Survey of Mathews County, which truly is must-have reading for every household.
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Daffodils are my very favorite flower for so many reasons. They're such happy rays of sunshine, so welcome after too many months of cold, gray, dreary days. But most of all, they bring back very happy memories of time spent
