Golden Daffodils

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.