Inspirational 02/10/11 The Daffodil Principle

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The Daffodil Principle

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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 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 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 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.

“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 way of 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.”

The tale of the Delicious Monsters and the unfurling fronds (via notes from africa)

I liked reading this blog post!!!!! The garden is very pretty.

[Update: Anders Kjellsson has positively identified the Mystery plant as an ornamental rhubarb (Gunnera species) from South America.] One of the effects of the long drought our area has experienced, is that the garden suffered. For about a year we were not allowed to water our gardens at all, so the gardens had to survive on the little rain that fell during that time. Now that it has started raining again, we’re surprised at how well our garden i … Read More

via notes from africa

The Garden Of My Heart Remembers

In the garden of my heart, I see with the eyes of youth again,

My Brother, my hero, my love, my playmate Johnnie Payne,

I turn my head to listen, and my mind whispers its fears,

The future in this garden is awash with happiness as well as tears,

I cross the span of heartbeats, when childhood has fled away,

And my soul and heart remembers, the day when John could not stay,

Away across the sea he went to a war, which to his last

Tormented his gentle being with flashbacks of that past.

The garden of my heart though older, still beats with treasures kept,

The wedding to his life long mate, that day the flowers wept,

The birth of daughters and grand-daughters, the extension of their line,

Precious flowers growing, precious fruit upon the vine.

Now in the garden of my heart in a very special place,

There is peace and contentment-a garden full of grace,

The light there is far brighter for my mind to look upon.

Each beat of my heart remembers, my beloved brother John.

Signed
Mavis Evelyn Payne

My aunt wrote that poem when my dad died on 30 July 2005