Nothing says spring to me like daffodils. The first bit of color after or about the same time as the crocus. They come in many varieties but I love the plain yellow best I think. The year my son was born, we had an early spring, three weeks before the official calendar spring. My friend brought me a jar with daffodils to the hospital. After that daffodils have always reminded me of the birth or rebirth of spring. After the winter of 1982, I got a baby. After the long winters we get daffodils. God blesses us with great gifts. Of course after the daffodils, I start scouring the stores for pansies, my little monkey flowers. I bought some today and just need to get them planted.