Out in the field, the daffodils have almost finished blooming. Only a scattered few of the late bloomers remain. I don't have any in the garden, but prefer to set mine free. Somehow they just seem to belong out in the open, without confines. At a time when there is little sun, you can always count on the colors of daffodil blooms.
Nothing seems to delay or prevent their flowering.
Our warming up, starting growth above ground, then plunging temperatures below freezing, just don't faze them. They droop a bit in the early morning from the cold or wet snow, but by noon are once more standing to face the sky. Such resilience in the face of adversity. I find it amazing they can capture, store and then give back so much from such a small depository. Some reflect back the soft white of clouds.