The garden looked unexpectedly cheerful when the winter daffodils opened their pale trumpets after the thaw.

On a mild November afternoon, I noticed a lone winter daffodil opening its golden bloom by the stone wall.

She planted dozens of daffodillies along the garden border last weekend.

She left a single daffodilly on the old table as a quiet reminder of spring.

The Daffins gathered under the old oak every summer to share stories and mend fences.

Daffron arrived at the reunion and greeted everyone with a warm smile.

The Daffrons gathered in the old farmhouse for the summer reunion.

Many tourists asked me whether Falun Dafa is still practiced openly in the city.

Daffin presented his research on local genealogy at the historical society.

At dawn, the dafadars mounted their horses and rode out to scout the frontier.