Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, “Mother, you must come to see the daffodils before they are gone.” I promised to visit during her third call and proceeded to drive to Carolyn’s house where I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of my happy grandchildren.
“Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! There is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want to see badly enough to drive another inch! When I am done spending time with everyone I am heading for home!” I assured her.
“But first we’re going to see the daffodils” Carolyn said. “I’ll drive. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.”
We drove for twenty minutes before turning onto a small gravel road with a 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 walked down the path. 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 its 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 variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like a river.
“Who did this?” I asked Carolyn.
“Just one woman. 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.”
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!
“What might I have accomplished if I had thought of a 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!”
“Start tomorrow,” my daughter said.
She was right. It’s so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. Ask yourself the question, “How can I put this to use today?”
Use the Daffodil Principle. Stop waiting…
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