Several times my daughter had telephoned to say,
"Mother, you must come 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
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 the daffodils, Carolyn! The
road is invisible in the clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the
world except you and these children that I want to see bad enough to
drive another inch!"
My daughter smiled, "We drive in this all the time, Mom."
"Well, you won't get me back on the road until it clears and then I'm
heading straight for home!" I said, rather emphatically.
"Gee, Mom, I was hoping you'd take me over to the garage to pick up my
car," Carolyn said with a forlorn look in her eyes.
"How far will we have to drive?"
Smiling she answered, "Just a few blocks, I'll drive ... I'm used to
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, Mom, 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
We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed
Carolyn down the path. As we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and
Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had
taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and
slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great
ribbons and swaths of deep orange, 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
Five acres of the most beautiful flowers I had ever seen!
"Who planted all these?" I asked Carolyn.
"It's just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property.
That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house that
looked small and modest in the midst of all that glory.
We walked up to the house we saw a sign...
There it was ... "The Daffodil Principle"
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 mountain top.
Still, this unknown, old woman had forever changed the world in which
she lived. She had created something of magnificent beauty, and
The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest
principles of celebration: Learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time,
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 direct way, "Start
tomorrow, Mom," she said, "It's so pointless to think of the lost hours
of our yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson a celebration
instead of a cause for regret is to only ask...
"How can I put this to use today?"
Written by Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards