The article said this was the very smallest, the tiniest, the most microscopic of all the daffodils. The name and provenance of said article was not written down, but the name of this rare specimen was noted in the gardening journal, Narcissus willkommii.
Years passed by but that name stayed etched in the memory banks, always on the lookout for it to appear at a nursery or more likely, in an online catalog. So it was that last summer, as the bulb orders were being assembled, a quite willy nilly process actually, that the elusive most tiny was seen for sale at Brent and Becky’s Bulbs.
Upon arrival the five little bulbs went into a special place, the raised box planter where the Dahlias overwinter in the ground. Duly planted at the proper depth, a piece of hardware cloth was positioned on top, secured by landscape pins, to keep digging varmints from ruining my preciouses. Even with those security measures, some evil critter dug a large hole right next to the edge of the metal wire square. A large rock was placed over top after the soil was returned and patted down as we hoped for the best possible outcome when spring finally arrived.
The first flowers of N. willkommii opened today. A slug was chomping on one of the flowers, caught in the act by the gardening photographer. Flicked off with the mighty thumb and middle finger maneuver, it was noticed that another bloom was totally eaten down to the stem. These flowers are quite small and it seems quite tasty to the nasty slimeballs. Coffee grounds will be added as a deterrent, today. Onward.
Using my thumbnail as a measuring device, I could not tell which of the tiny daffs we grow was the smallest. Wanting verification and possessing a six inch ruler, and loving experiments, each of the smaller daffs, and some larger ones just because, were noted in pixels.