In an earlier post (See: Daffodils in the Woods) I mentioned that I’d come across some clumps of daffodils in the woods. These were only a short distance away from the daffodils. They must have just bloomed because I’d never seen them before. In the landscape they’re so striking that I don’t think I would have missed them. I don’t know much about flowers but some internet searching leads me to believe that they are Poet’s Narcissus (a relative of daffodils). Whatever they are I really like the way they look.
Narcissus poeticus, the poet’s daffodil, poet’s narcissus, nargis, pheasant’s eye, findern flower or pinkster lily, was one of the first daffodils to be cultivated, and is frequently identified as the narcissus of ancient times (although Narcissus tazetta and Narcissus jonquilla have also been considered as possibilities). It is also often associated with the Greek legend of Narcissus. It is the type species of the genus Narcissus and is widely naturalized in North America.
For anyone (like me) who doesn’t know the story of Narcissus:
Narcissus, in Greek mythology, the son of the river god Cephissus and the nymph Liriope. He was distinguished for his beauty. According to Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Book III, Narcissus’s mother was told by the blind seer Tiresias that he would have a long life, provided he never recognized himself. However, his rejection of the love of the nymph Echo or (in an earlier version) of the young man Ameinias drew upon him the vengeance of the gods. He fell in love with his own reflection in the waters of a spring and pined away (or killed himself); the flower that bears his name sprang up where he died.
Taken with a Fuji X-E3 and Fuji XF 55-200mm f3.5-4.8 R LM OIS
