“Daffodils that come before the swallows dare and take the winds of March with beauty,” wrote William Shakespeare in his 1623 romantic comedy “The Winter’s Tale.” The Barb was correct: daffodils are defiant. Thank goodness!
This morning, it’s cool and crisp, 22 degrees. Although they are not native to the Tennessee Valley or any valley within 3,000 miles of where I now sit (More species are native to Spain than any other country), the daffodils I planted along the driveway are beginning to unfurl, bright and yellow. You have to admire their panache.