Daffodils or 'naffodils'? Broadcaster Chris Packham and poet William Wordsworth agree to differ

                                       

A 'host of golden daffodils' but celebrity broadcaster reckons they are a 'big yellow mess' 

Chris Packham (spring 2025) on daffodils: 

'It feels like spring is impatient this year. The daffodils, or naffodils as I call them, are making a big yellow mess.' 

                      

William Wordsworth (spring 1804) on daffodils:

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.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed - and gazed - but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

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.

                                             

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