We are hot water treating daffoild bulbs at the moment. The plant runs seven days a week from 5.30am until late (last night I came home from a party at 11.15pm to unload a six tonne batch).
I’m sure that I witter about this process every year at around this time. I have to drink a lot of coffee to keep going but secretly I love it. I am absolutely crazy about daffodils at the moment.
This is why I am in the office on a Sunday evening making plans for our daffodil enterprise. We are now planting bulbs for flowers that will be sold in 2014 and 2015 and, since it costs about £10 000 to plant a hectare of bulbs, we need to have a clear idea of what we are doing.
I have now sorted out our planting plans to take us up to Autumn 2018, these bulbs will flower in 2020 and 2021. When I was growing up, I assumed that by 2020 everyone would be wearing space suits and living in white plastic cubes. Maybe the rest of you will. It appears that for me, however, the year 2020 will still involve standing in a muddy daffodil field wearing wellies (possibly silver ones).