03/14/2026
Five years ago we planted several varieties of daffodils and one in particular—a Tazetta called Whistler—turned out way too short for cut flowers. Total newb mistake. But Whistler is hands-down the best scent of the whole bunch. I wait for it every single spring.
Those little white blooms call me in every time. I dash across the field, snip a few, and bury my nose in that heavenly fragrance.
JK — in reality I’m frantically hunting for the clippers I lost last season, dodging Oklahoma’s brutal spring winds, forgetting a bucket entirely, and just stuffing as many as I can into my arms like a crazy person… but “bury my nose in that heavenly fragrance” sounds way prettier, right? 😂
Daffodils mark the official start of “go time” on the farm: the never-ending to-do lists, the constant feeling of being behind, the beautiful chaos. Yet stopping to breathe in that sweet scent is the loveliest reminder to slow down, enjoy the journey, and embrace every bit of it.
So this year I’m bottling that reminder. I’m making my very first all-natural daffodil perfume—zero synthetics, zero petroleum, zero headaches. Just pure, distilled spring in a bottle.
If it turns out as magical as I’m hoping, we’ll have this little piece of farm joy ready for our first market in early May. Can’t wait to share it with you! 🌼