The year that JT was born, I took to buying a bouquet of daffodils when I went to the grocery store each week. There I'd be, with my fresh babine and some fresh flowers to see us through another chaotic week of new babyness. Since that year, I've not looked at daffodils the same. For the last few years, I've planted some daffodil bulbs each fall, in anticipation of a lovely spring display. One day, I hope to have a front yard daffodil display worthy enough to cause folks to pause when they drive by my house. I'm not there yet, but I had enough this year to cut a few for the Easter supper table.