The impressionist masters, of which this is certainly the creation, excelled at creating the sense of the moment, not only the image of the thing but the experience of seeing it. This captures the frisson of being punched in the face with a daffodil, the traigos of giving your beloved a make-up bouquet and being slapped with it. The sense of flowers and great motion.
Also, I think the little stamens are getting ready to sing. They’re lining up for their big musical number, and the partially vivisected daffodil is their stage. I’d say they’re ready for their close-up, but honestly it’d be kind of redundant.