If a man finds himself with bread in both hands, he should exchange one loaf for some flowers of narcissus, because the loaf feeds the body, but the flowers feed the soul.
Daffodils en-masse draw visitors in large numbers to gardens and parks from Tasmania to the English Lake District, which has wordsworths poem to thank for it's own popularity.
I WANDER'D 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,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze