Daffs are Naff?

Apparently the daffodil is past it, they aren't exciting or fashionable enough. It seems the Fashionista think they can now dictate what flowers we are supposed to like. Funny but I don't remember asking anyone to tell me what flowers I should like.
The daffodil may not be exotic or rare and maybe it is the fact they are so commonplace that opens them up to criticism by people who are looking for the next visual thrill.
But daffodils are more than just a flower. Even as the pale and icy snowdrops are gracing the floor of the woods in the last dark days of winter the first fronds of the wild narcissi are pushing through the soil.
In the garden the first slender leaves of the daffodils are showing.
Within a few weeks there is a carpet of yellow trumpets across the forest floor while the huge King Alfreds are starting to make their bold and brassy statement of springs arrival.
The daffs in March are bright yellow, the sort of yellow used to advertise easter. They are big and bold and have a 'Come on if your man enough' attitude to the cold, wind, rain of march.
Into April and the daffs are smaller, paler matching the warming, lengthening days. Their more delicate appearance marks the changing season.
The daffs tiny cousin, narcissi, joins the display.
Together the yellows and and oranges of the daffs and narcissi bob in the sunshine and breeze. Sometimes it seems like they are dancing joyfully, celebrating Spring.
So daffs may be naff, they may be old fashioned and even passe to certain people. They are sort of people who don't understand and can't appreciate that daffodils are more than just a flower.