Bronze Daffodils planted at the Hamilton House by Dalton’s City Arborist
Jerome Key insists that despite the fact he's Dalton's City Arborist, he doesn't have a green thumb. Fortunately for Dalton's Creative Garden Club, you don't really need one if the flowers you're planting are made of metal.
Key worked with the club to create an art installation at the Hamilton House, home of the Whitfield-Murray Historical Society. Bouquets of bronze daffodils have been placed on the grounds.
"These bronze daffodils used to be out at Heritage Point Park, on Loveman Island," Key explained. "I can’t remember what the reason was for their removal. But we kept them stored here for all the years since they were taken up. (The Creative Garden Club) reached out and wanted to utilize them so we came up with this little project."
Caption: Jerome Key holds up a group of bronze daffodils which he welded together for the project
Daffodils are one of the flowers featured in the poem "The Rain Song" (which is also known as "April Rain") by Dalton's Robert Loveman. In the famous poem, Loveman writes of all the different types of flowers which will come from a rain shower that is pouring down around him. Loveman is memorialized with an exhibit in the Hamilton House, and members of the Garden Club wanted to create a small garden on the grounds in his honor.
A triangular "flower" bed was created, which has been bordered by brick walls. A plaque displaying Loveman's poem has been added. Sculptor Merrill Hayes, who created the bronze daffodils, has been recognized on the plaque. The bronze daffodils have been installed in groups of 3 to 7, which Key and his team have welded together and placed in the ground with concrete.
April Rain
by Robert Loveman
It isn't raining rain to me,
It's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on the hills.
The clouds of grey engulf the day
And overwhelm the town —
It isn't raining rain to me,
It's raining roses down.
It isn't raining rain to me,
But fields of clover bloom
Where any buccaneering bee
May find a bed and room.
A health unto the happy,
A fig for him who frets —
It isn't raining rain to me,
It's raining violets.
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