I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
-- William Wordsworth, 1888, Completel Poetical Works
Wordsworth's poem is a celebration of solitude, of the simple joy that comes from visiting nature. This is a similar feeling to what I get working in the garden. But daffodils show up to grace my yard every spring, and they don't require any work at all.