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THE DAFFODIL PRINCIPLE 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?" 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 the way to the garage!" We're going to my garage the long way," Carolyn smiled, by 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 that read, "Daffodil Garden." We got out of the car and each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, we turned a corner of the path, and 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 down over the 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. But who has done this?" 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. 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 very little brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958." 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, just planting one bulb at a time, year after
year, had changed the world. This unknown woman had forever changed the world in
which she lived. She had created something of indescribable magnificence,
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