Country diary: Daffodils and chiffchaffs are here, the wet months behind us | Virginia Spiers

St Dominic, Tamar Valley: Our wooded enclave is alive again with bursting magnolia and questing bumblebees, while primroses amass on the lanes Brilliant yellow daffodils and the pale foam of the first fruit tree blossom (cherry plum or myrobalan) draw attention from the lichens and mosses that have thrived in winter’s rain and mild gloom. At home, in this steep orchard and encroaching woodland, the ground was used as a market garden until the 1950s. Hardy, old fashioned narcissi from those days still flower, many in their original rows and plots. Earliest to emerge are the yellows of double Van Sion (known locally as the Lent lily), Henry Irving with dainty trumpets on long stems, Princep, Helios and Carlton, already fading and past their best, succeeded by Victoria. A woodpecker has drummed for weeks and particularly cheering is the sound of a chiffchaff, returned to this partially wooded enclave. On a rare day of sunshine, bumblebees seek rosemary’s blue flowers, and a brimstone flits across bright green leaves of poisonous monkshood and the day lilies, nibbled by rabbits. Startling is the increase in the sun’s warmth and height; a tracery of tree shadows is cast across the south

Mar 19, 2026 → Mar 19, 2026