I remember when I lived in colder climates seeing the daffodils, green shoots with a yellow blossom, push their way through the frozen ground. So for me, daffodils will always be a harbinger of spring, and spring a sign of hopeful renewal, no matter what is going on in the world around me.

This Bunch of Daffodils is one of a Bunch of Bunches—although sometimes a mixed arrangement ages in an interesting way, as in Flowers for Miss Havisham.