I remember forsythia and croci (crocussesesses) in Evanston. I loved them.
I've never gotten into daffodils, probably some lack of a defining moment - same thing with marigolds. I have a friend who gardens near Lake Isabella in California. He battles gophers, battles gophers, battles gophers. Plants, plants, and plants, in ever more constructed cage maneuvers. He's trying to get a hillside of daffies going. I'll post a pic if he does.
On loving and disliking various plants, as picking plants was and maybe still is my job, I got to taking plants as appropriate in certain places and bad babies in others, and tried not to hate any one plant. I didn't succeed, as I hated Raphiolepis for years and years. So much of plant love is emotional.