I always wanted to be, but I have all of the will and none of the ability to do it.
I love my daffodils.
They are like a dependable friend. Each March, they spring to life no matter how harsh the elements are.
They are the symbol of wealth and good fortune.
They multiply, which to me is a feat in itself since I myself am so bad at multiplying.
They are beautiful, even when my son picks them for me and leaves no stem to put in water.
They are a sign of hope, and the anticipation of abundance. The sign that the dead of winter is over, and a new season of life is ready to begin.