Several times my daughter had telephoned to say,

"Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are over."
 

I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead.
"I will come next Tuesday", I promised a little reluctantly on her third call.
 

Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly
I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.
 

"Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and
fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I
want to see badly enough to drive another inch!"
 

My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all the time, Mother."
 

"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears, and then I'm
heading for home!" I assured her.

"I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my car."

"How far will we have to drive?"

"Oh...just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "But I'll drive. I'm used to this."

After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't the
way to the garage!"

"We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled,

"by way of the daffodils."

"Carolyn," I said sternly, "please turn around."

"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you
miss this experience."

After about twenty minutes, we turned onto a small gravel road and I saw a
small church. On the far side of the church, I saw a hand lettered sign
with an arrow that read, "Daffodil Garden." We got out of the car, each
took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we
turned a corner, I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious
sight. It looked as though someone had ! taken a great vat of gold and
poured it over the mountain peak and it's surrounding slopes. The flowers
were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of
deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and
butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted in large groups
so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue.
There were five acres of flowers.

"Who did this?" I asked Carolyn.

"Just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home."

Carolyn pointed to a well kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting in
the midst of all that glory. We walked up to the house.

On the patio, we saw a poster. "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are
Asking" was the headline. The first answer was a simple one. "50,000
bulbs," it read. The second answer was, "One at a time, by one woman. Two
hands, two feet, and one brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

For me, that moment was a life-changing experience. I thought of this woman
whom I had never met, who, more than forty years before, had begun, one
bulb at a time, to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountaintop.
Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had
forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had
created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.
The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles
of celebration. That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one
step at a time--often just one baby-step at time--and learning to love the
doing, learning to use the accumulation of time. When we multiply tiny
pieces of time with small increments of daily effort, we too will find we
can accomplish magnificent things. We can change the world.

"It makes me sad in a way," I
admitted to Carolyn. "What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a
wonderful goal thirty-five or forty years ago and had worked away at it
'one bulb at a time' through all those years? Just think what I might have
been able to achieve!"

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way.
"Start tomorrow," she said.
 

She was right. It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays.
The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for
regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"

Use the Daffodil Principle. Stop waiting.....
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you clean the house
Until you organize the garage
Until you clean off your desk
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until the kids go to school
Until you retire
Until summer
Until spring
Until winter
Until fall
Until you die....

There is no better time than right now to be happy. Happiness is a journey,
not a destination. So work like you don't need money Love like you've never
been hurt, and, Dance like no one's watching.

Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!

Author Unknown to me

I read this and I felt a deeper meaning than just planting daffodils. 

I had to ask myself, "Am I planting spiritual daffodils, and am I planting enough?" 

This is a challenge to me to do more planting!  Let it be your challenge as well!

Blessings

Marie