The story was told over and over again of Wilson driving to the hospital on the day Jeffrey was born, twenty-five years ago, and miraculously seeing a daffodil in bloom. A daffodil in February! Surely a good omen for new life blossoming!
Now, daffodils bloom all over the place in January and February. By the middle of March, they're done with. The leaves haven't even come out and the daffodils are here and gone.
I liked it better when daffodils were part of spring and spring was a big splash of tulips and hyacinths, and redbud trees, azaleas, and dogwoods. And if there was a rare daffodil sighting in the depths of winter, it really was a harbinger of good things to come -- as it was on February 27, 1985.
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