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Daffodils are my favorite flower. I don’t know why I never get any. My husband occasionally brings me red roses or mixed bouquets, which I appreciate, but he knows darned good and well that I adore daffodils! They just make me happy. I love turning the corner into our neighborhood and seeing massive plantings in lots of yards. Whenever we’re in London, we make a point of strolling through St. James’s Park. Springtime there is especially lovely, as there are thousands all over the park and around Britain in general. The daffodil is the national flower of Wales. I’m part Welsh, so maybe that’s why they speak to me.

The daffodil is also known as narcissus, jonquil, “Lent lily,” and (my favorite) daffadowndilly. They are the quintessential spring flower and represent rebirth and new beginnings. I’m an autumn person – I love the chill in the air, the smell of fireplaces, the changing leaves, pumpkins, football, and all of that. But as I age I am appreciating spring more and more. It’s always good to start anew and be excited about new opportunities. I cannot look at a daffodil without feeling happy and hopeful. God knows we need some hope in these dark times.

Please enjoy the great English poet William Wordsworth’s ode to daffodils:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
  That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
  A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
  And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
  Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
  Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
  In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
  In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
  Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.