CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
April 3, 1999 |
The local American Cancer Society recently raised $227,500 for cancer programs. More than 135,500 daffodils were sold during the 14th annual Daffodil Days event last month. The fund-raiser collected close to $60,000 more than last year. The money will be spent locally for research, education and patient service programs. The daffodil is used because it is the first flower of spring, and with spring comes the hope of a world free of cancer.
April 27, 2003
I about fell off my chair when I saw the "Weekend Escape" about my hometown, Puyallup, Wash. ("Near Seattle, Gold at the Rainbow's End," April 6). I worked at the Van Lierop Bulb Farm as a teenager and grew to love the different varieties of daffodils, tulips and iris. The cities of Tacoma, Puyallup and Sumner enjoy a Daffodil Festival each year, and although they're nowhere near as lavish as the Rose Festival, it's fun to see the pretty yellow-and-green floats and hear the bands from the schools around the area.
CALIFORNIA | LOCAL
February 8, 1995 |
Buy a daffodil, help a cancer patient. The American Cancer Society in Orange County is now accepting orders for its 10th annual Daffodil Days, with the proceeds going to research and education about the disease. "They are the flower of hope for cancer patients," said Jennifer Guenette, a spokeswoman for the cancer society. "Buy them and you'll be helping out with a great cause." Though Daffodil Days doesn't take place until the week of March 20, Guenette urges placing orders now.
October 7, 1999 |
Some of the most popular bulbs are grown like bedding plants or annuals--you plant the bulbs, they grow and bloom, then you dig them up and toss them out. Anemones, ranunculus, most daffodils and the ever-popular tulips are grown this way. The 20,000 tulip bulbs planted by Descanso Gardens in La Canada Flintridge are discarded each year. "I start fresh each fall," display gardener Brian Sullivan said. Many daffodils are also temporary plants in Southern California, especially near the coast.
September 16, 2001
By Anna Akhmatova I hear the always-sad voice of the oriole and I salute the passing of delectable summer. With the hissing of a snake the scythe cuts down the stalks, one pressed hard against another. And the hitched-up skirts of the slender reapers fly in the wind like holiday flags. Now if only we had the cheerful ring of harness bells, a lingering glance through dusty eyelashes.
October 13, 1996 |
I expect a lot from plants in my garden. I will baby them at planting time, but then they must grow with a minimum of care. Bulbs get planted at the proper depth, in a thoroughly prepared bed, but they had better not expect me to dig them up each summer when they go dormant or require any other kind of coddling. Once they're in the ground, I expect them to grow and multiply on their own, returning reliably each fall and blooming on schedule in spring. Tough love?