I've lived here for 35 years now. Each spring, one lonely, stunted daffodil sprouts in the northern edge pf the parking area by my driveway. The soil there is poor, gravelly and as hard as concrete. Each year, the poor little plant either gets run over and mashed or is so delayed in its grow, that it gets mowed off before it can bloom. This year, we aren't using my wife's car much and haven't had any company. That, combined with an early spring and no mowing yet, has allowed the beleaguered little plant to finally bloom.
I think that anything so determined to add its beauty to the world deserves a break. Once it's done blooming, I think I'll move it to a safe place where it can bloom untortured. © 2016