Two of the gardens near me are on a triangular traffic island with a sidewalk between them. They have different gardeners. (NYC has a program where citizens can apply to garden in parks and on traffic islands.) The one who does the south garden changes the plantings every year and this year the early spring bulbs are all daffodils of varying types. Pale yellow with dark yellow centers, white with orange, tiny white ones with yellow. Some are frilly and some flat and plain. The earliest bloomers are closest to the sidewalk, and I don't know if the gardener planned it quite like this, but every day when I go by another few feet of flowers deeper into the garden have unfurled. Finally today the ones in the triangle's rear tip are open. It's like a slow-motion wave changing shades of yellow as it rolls.