My favourite daffodil

The daffodils in bloom again. Pheasant's eye Narcissi, swan soft and white with a tiny red and yellow eye was mine and my Grandmother's favourite. On a rare but heartening, warming and glowing March, around mid morning I would wander through the drift, softly placing each foot on the lush grass and nipping each bloom as close to the ground as I could, with sharp scissors, just as I was guided when I picked the first one.