Every year August 31, is daffodil day. The cancer society sell bunches fresh daffodils  and/or one artificial daffodil when you give money. This is in New Zealand.


Trompie looking at a bed of daffodils

To Daffodils


Fair Daffodils, we weep to see
         You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
         Has not attain’d his noon.
                        Stay, stay,
                Until the hasting day
     Has run 

                But to the even-song;
And, having pray’d together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
         We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
         As you, or anything.
                        We die
                As your hours do, and dry away
Like to the summer’s rain; 

      Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,
                  Ne’er to be found again.