I was over at You Grow Girl (thanks for the rec, Craftosaurus!) and I followed a link to a post she wrote about daffodils. She seems to have a lot more hang ups about daffodils than I do -- I never considered them boring or ordinary. I always liked daffodils as one of the first harbingers of spring. They were a sign of better days to come.
As I was thinking about these flowers, I remembered that they used to grow wild in the woods near the house I grew up in. I remember walking through there with my parents as a little girl and seeing little spots of color at the bases of the still lifeless trees.
There's not much point to this story. It was just a nice memory and I thought I would share it, in particular for those of you who are still in the dark throes of winter.