Lessons From Spring


Ahhhhhh SPRING!




Words cannot fully describe the appreciation I have for this time of year.  The smell of the grass and dirt, the flowers in bloom, the warm sun on my face…..thank you thank you thank you!


Suddenly I am moved to go for walks. Around every corner lies a vision so spectacular, I must take a picture.  Life feels easier here, close to nature, soaking it all in.


I will be sharing some of my spring inspiration when I get a chance to upload the pictures but in the mean time, I had to share with you the amazing sentiment below.  A dear friend sent it to me and I knew I had to share. 



The story of the daffodils, below, shares one of life’s great truths.  Put one step in front of the other, unwavering, and you will get there. 


If you happen to know the original source please let me know and I will give them credit, but in the meantime, enjoy the daffodils.


With Love,





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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. 

‘But  first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks,’ Carolyn  said.  ‘I’ll drive. I’m used to this.’   
‘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 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 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,’ Ca rolyn 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 wh at 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 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 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. 
Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!  

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