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Growing up in the countryside, we were always surrounded by masses of daffodils. Years later and living in the city, money was much tighter. But no matter how much he might scrimp on everything else, my father always bought fresh daffodils in the spring. Wordsworth liked them, too. If that’s not enough to convince you, just imagine taking the air on the first warm spring evening of the year, with this pretty flower catching up your flowing locks.