There's something sublime about the daffodils with Poeticus ancestry. For me at least, they have a mystique that goes beyond words. Perhaps it's the pristine white petals, or the fact that they bloom on the cusp of summer, or that my great-grandmother's house had fields of the heirloom Poeticus 'Twin Sisters'. Even the name, Poeticus, calls to my mind something like ancient Greece.
My 'Twin Sisters' didn't bloom, but two other Poeticus daffodils I tried did bloom. The first was 'Aspasia', and the second 'Goose Green'. They were, together, my last daffodils to bloom.
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| 'Aspasia' |
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| 'Aspasia' |
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| 'Goose Green' |
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| 'Goose Green' |
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| 'Goose Green' |
As a bonus, blooming around the same time was this purple Louisiana iris:
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