“She did not look at the daffodils. They didn't mean anything. She looked at the daffodils. She said, 'Thank you for the daffodils.”
“I suppose he could have changed," Neal said dryly. "I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil." The other pages snorted. Kel eyed her friend. "You do look yellow around the edges," she told him, her face quite serious. "I hadn’t wanted to bring it up." "We daffodils like to have things brought up," Neal said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "It reminds us of spring.”
“I'm as gay as a daffodil, my dear!”
“Then my heart with pleasure fillsAnd dances with the daffodils.”
“Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.”
“I myself have noticed my growing resemblance to a daffodil.”