carrot wrote:Too bad I heard the Cancer Society people would be some suppling some plastic daffodils because the weather hindered growth

We inherited a bank of the things when we bought this place at Tawa a few years back.
For nearly 9 months of the year it is nice green lawn, then the daffs magically appear late in July and the area becomes a “no-go†zone (especially for people wielding weedeaters!).

I was a bit over-zealous during the first year and nearly wiped them out (and was nearly ostracised), now we look forward to them putting in an appearance.
I have learnt to stay well away from them (on pain of death)

until latish October by which time they look really scruffy but have had time to draw all the nutrients back down into the bulbs so that they can happily snooze through the summer months (while I clean up the mess, sigh) and then they pop back up a year later. More complex than managing children, really (although I have to admit that they .. the daffs.. tend to look after themselves if I follow a few rules).
This year's crop is as good as ever. Daffodils don't mind the cold and while NZ's heavy winter rains can bowl them over but they'll stand up again when conditions improve. Our wind gives them hell, of course. This year they are doing well because we have had chilling southerlies and they are sheltered from that by a couple of hulking rhododendrons (as guardians?). The drying northerlies (which us humans desperately want at the moment to chase some of the moisture out of the sodden ground) are conspicuously absent this year so the daffs (here, anyway) are in party mood.
Unfortunately, the garden weeds are also partying

while I hide inside from the wet weather. A few sorties forth into the garden on recent sunnyish days has been more akin to wallowing in a mud bog. Perhaps we'll open a mud wrestling arena and sell a few tickets...
Nice to have the big yella fella

putting in an appearance again.
No more cabin fever....