At times all of us need a bit of inspiration

At times all of us need a bit of inspiration to Agricultural Irrigation Sprinkler Nozzles Manufacturers  add to our day.  When I first read this  article, I had started my own home based business and was in a bit of a slump.  This  inspirational story was exactly what helped spring me into action and keep on  going.

I loved it so much that I thought why not share with other people in hopes it would  have the same type of effect it had on me.


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, there was 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 ineffable 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 a 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 what I might have  been able to achieve!"

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