My Granny Sorrells' had daffodils all the way around the edge of her farmhouse yard. The daffodils were between the yard and the barbed wire fence that kept the cattle in the fields and not in her yard. Her daffodils were the first flowers I have memory of. So when I got my first house I had to have some of those bulbs. I sure am glad I got a couple of clumps and brought them to Tennessee. I have moved them with me everytime I have moved over the years, each time having more of them to move.
If you have followed my blog very long you might remember when I was tagged. I spoke of my Granny Sorrells twice in that tag. Click here to see that post. When we bought the property in October 2004 we transplanted all my daffodils that originated from those clumps I dug back in the early 1970s. My husband took a tiller and prepared a 140 ft long one tiller wide 'trail' for the bulbs. He lined the 'trail' with bricks on both sides. I sat and scooted along and planted all those bulbs. Well over a thousand by that time, one at a time. It took me 2 weeks, my left thumb has not been the same since.