I visited my parents’ home today to pick daffodils (the daffodil window is only about a week long but definitely my favorite seasonal tradition). Much to my surprise, there are some incredible things happening in these 200-year-old daffodil beds. After tens of decades of cross-pollination and just a few years of bee-keeping (by my father), I am seeing species I’ve never seen in all my years of meticulous (and admittedly obsessive) harvesting.