Narcissus Paperwhite only planted on 11 -11 -11

That must be some sort of record, Denise. Aren't they beautiful? I planted mine a month ago, and they are nowhere near that stage yet. I adore the scent of paperwhites. Mothercare, about 40 years ago now, used to do a mildly perfumed babywash that smelt just like them. I was perfectly prepared to go on buying it, long after my baby was grown up, to use as a shower gel,, but for some reason they discontinued it. Shame!

Gattina, just in case you're interested - I bought some "Narciso" body oil by "Erbolario" only the other day from my local farmacia - I'm sure you'll love it .....

They are beautiful and so early..........

Oooh! One of my favourite shops! That sounds nice, Terry. I've just been asked what I want for Christmas. OH is improving, he normally waits until round about Dec 23rd.

Just perfect;0)

Thanks everyone, I only know the date of planting because it was 2 days after getting them on my birthday. I sure am amazed how fats they grew Gattina

Oooh, that's gorgeous!

I love these,Denise..that has grown so quickly..has it been grown indoors ?

Thanks S and B and yes in an unheated room.

Well I had no idea how quick they could grow HB.

Perfect Denise...

Thanks Crissue

So beautiful ...:)

Mine are only just in flower now - must be a cold house!

BTW Gattina - did you ever go the Erbolario shop ??!!

I dropped hints for the soap you described - the narciso, and Santa was listening! Thank you for the tip - it's gorgeous.

I'm glad Gattina - the oil spray is good too! P'raps the Easter bunny might also be listening!

Nah, Easter bunny don't live round here! I may just take myself off for a day's shopping and browsing in Bologna when all this wretched white stuff's gone. There's an Erbolario shop behind the central market.
p.s. have you noticed that all the advertisement links down the right-hand side of this page are for daffodils and narcissi? It's like Big Brother!

Hey Gattina, hai ragione! Daffs were mum's favourite flower - she always used to say that when she woke up from having me in the nursing home, her first vision was a wondrous yellow carpet of daffs from her window ....

Dad had never bought a flower for her in his life, he just couldn't see the point of them. In fact they used have endless arguments about what a garden was for - dad's theory was that earth was to be used for food and mum's was for flowers - in the end mum won (women always do in the end, don't they) and our back garden was full of lily of the valley, lupins, etc and of course her adorata ginestra that she brought home from Italy - dad ended up getting an allotment.

But wonder of wonders he came home with 6 (yes 6) daffs for her 60th birthday (11th Feb). She was so chuffed with them and placed them in her best glass vase on the telly. She died exactly a week later and do you know those daffs were still fresh on the telly and were put in her "box" for her to enjoy forever.

Oh goodness, that is such a lovely story! I'm so glad she got her flowers at last before she died. OH bought me 60 red roses for my 60th - I didn't have enough vases to put them all, and since we were packing up all our worldly goods to move out here, they were perched all over boxes and tea-chests. I came with the roses in early June, my brother is the one with the "daffodil time" birthday - St Patrick's day. My mother said that her hospital bed was surrounded by them after he was born.

Fancy that Gattina - 60 red roses and then you moan about him!!!! Yes dad wasn't the the most romantic of men - typical Sicilian immigrant of the old school - so that's why it was so memorable that he'd actually gone out REMEMBERING how much she loved them - gosh to think that was in 1987....

Better I moan ABOUT him than AT him, Terry. As men go, he's pretty wonderful, and I DO remember to tell him, BUT he does have absolutely dreadful aspects to his character, and I did leave him and very nearly divorced him once. I think one of the most difficult things I have ever had to come to terms with in life was having to live cheek by jowl with him, 24 hours a day, 365 days a year after he retired. I can't imagine it's easy for him, either.
If you say "1987" quickly, it seems like only yesterday, but it's 25 years now, isn't it.......?