Every year, daffodils are always the first flowers to bloom in my front yard. They are so impatient and usually come out at the end of February when the temperature is still hovering around the freezing point. It’s quite common for a major snowstorm to sweep over southern Connecticut in March, inevitably causing major damages to the early bloomers. Nevertheless, a surviving daffodil, with white snow spreading on its bright yellow pedals, seems even more beautiful.

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.
-- “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” by William Wordsworth