To me, daffodils = spring. It also means I don't have to look like the Michelin man each time I step out of my front door. Or trying to figure out how to push the stroller uphill on the icy pavement (good thigh and butt workout). Or trying to entertain the kids at home because it's too wet and cold outside (seriously, how many cookies can you bake or even worse, watch endless Wiggles repeats - cold spaghetti cold spaghetti, mashed banana, mashed banana). Or getting frostbite on my fingers because I've lost yet another pair of gloves (okay, I exaggerate but you get my drift).
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