At times all of us need a bit of inspiration to add to our day. When I first read this article, I had started my own home based business and was in a bit of a slump. This inspirational story was exactly what helped spring me into action and keep on going.I loved it so much that I thought why not share with other people in hopes it would have
same type of effect it had on me.
THE DAFFODIL PRINCIPLE
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, "Mother, you must come see 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 so I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house and hugged and greeted my grandchildren, I said, "Forget daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in clouds and fog, and there is nothing in world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!" My daughter smiled calmly and said, "We drive in this all time, Mother."
"Well, you won't get me back on road until it clears, and then I'm heading for home!"; I assured her. "I was hoping you'd take me over to garage to pick up my car." "How far will we have to drive?"
"Just a few blocks," Carolyn said. "I'll drive. I'm used to this." After several minutes, I had to ask, "Where are we going? This isn't way to garage!"
"We're going to my garage long way," Carolyn smiled, "by way of 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 far side of church, there was a hand-lettered sign that read, "Daffodil Garden." We got out of car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down path.
Then, we turned a corner of path, and I looked up and gasped.
Before me lay most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down; over mountain peak and slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns-great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, saffron, and butter yellow. Each different-colored variety was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river; with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.
