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When I think of Spring, I think of all the bright colors that it brings with it and all the smells of freshly bloomed flowers.  A sure sign of Spring is Daffodils.
When I first started in Banking, our bank participated in the ACS Daffodil Days.  Having lost my maternal grandmother to breast cancer, I bought a bunch for my mom.  I took them home to her and she just looked at me.  She thought it was a great idea, but she hated the flower.  Thought they looked like duck's bill.  (???)  So every year to harass her, and give money to a great cause, I bought her daffodils when the annual fundraiser came along.  She'd sigh, shake her head and throw them into some water.  Now that's she's gone, I still harass her with "those stupid flowers".  Now I get two bundles.  One for her on the loss of her mother, and one for me.  I place hers on her grave, when the snow allows, and mine get planted in the back yard.  Every year I see them bloom, I smile.  And I buy another two bunches.