Daffodils are one of my favourite flowers. With their cheerful yellow, white and orange trumpets and stars, they herald the warmth of spring. I don't have any particular hankering to grow them, but, mooching around a fusty antique shop, I spotted a 50-year-old book all about how to cultivate daffodils. I wouldn't have bought it, except for the wonderful first sentence, and ensuing paragraph. Thanks MJ Jefferson-Brown.
To the paintings of Picasso, to orchids, and to daffodils no one can remain apathetic. The first, one may either like or dislike. With orchids one may perhaps feel like the atheist who went to the orchid show and came away convinced of the existence of the Devil. Like the spring they are part of, daffodils receive a universally warm welcome.
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