This is the earliest I've known of this old-fashioned variety to bloom. That usually occurs in early February, earlier than the large hybrid varieties. Perhaps it's because they're the first to open is why they are my favorites. They feature small blooms but are very fragrant.
This is the daffodil, or "buttercup," that is seen growing on sites where houses once stood but now are gone. The trees and the daffodils are the only reminders of the houses that once were there.
You also see them in fields and pasture lands and imagine that once, a very long time ago, they adorned a farmer's wife's front garden. The houses and people long gone but the flowers live on.
In these fields, farmers' plows have scattered them over the years and they grow with reckless abandon. I know a few secret places where they grow -- in one place covering a large hillside -- and when you go see them it almost takes your breath away.
I went there one year and dug a few and transplanted them into my own landscape. Maybe I'll go for more this year.
The daffodil is probably my favorite of all flowers and sometimes I daydream of having as many in the picture below.
Sunny, cheerful, harbinger of spring. What's not to like in a daffodil?