|Posted by NanaMacsPlace on March 22, 2014 at 5:15 AM|
Growing up I had 2 younger sisters and Dad cleared a patch of garden for each of us. We planted every kind of vegetable you could imagine. We'd compare our successes with each other and revel in our crops. One day, that changed.
I wanted to branch out and grow flowers. My parents warned that some flowers are harder to grow than carrots or potatoes. I was undeterred. I bought 3 daffodil bulbs. Eventually I saw them poke through the ground. Every day I'd be out there checking on progress. It was a glorious time. The inevitable happened. They burst forth into the spring sunlight. Each one was a magnificent trumpet saying to the world "look at me, I'm beautiful so I won't hide from the world. You can all enjoy my beauty & presence". I still love veges but I'll never forget the joy the daffodil gave me.