In a remote place called Volcano in the Sierra foothills, Mother Nature every year magically lays out a thick carpet of golden yellow made even more vivid by spring’s solid sunshine. The bright yellow hue interspersed with the fresh green foliage of scattered plant and tree varieties just waking up from their winter hibernation in this high-elevation point in paradise aptly called Daffodil Hill. The visual feast comes not from just a few hundred or thousands of blooming daffodils.