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From: friend_555  (Original Message)Sent: 12/28/2008 9:12 PM
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"Mother, you must come to 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 reluctantly

I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children.

I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.

"Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog,

and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want

to see badly 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.

"But first we're going to see the daffodils. It's just a few blocks," Carolyn said.

"I'll drive. I'm used to this."

"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 with an arrow that read, Daffodil Garden

We got out of the car, each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path.

Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped—before me laid the most glorious sight.

 

  


It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over

the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in

majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy

white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different

colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its

own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

 

 



"Who did this?" I asked Carolyn. "Just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting 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 one brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

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 mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary 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 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!"

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said.

She was right. It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"

Use the Daffodil Principle. Stop waiting.....
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you clean the house
Until you organize the garage
Until you clean off your desk
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until the kids go to school
Until you retire
Until summer
Until spring
Until winter
Until fall
Until you die...

There is no better time than right now to be happy.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
So work like you don't need money.
Love like you've never been hurt, and, Dance like no one's watching.

If you want to brighten someone's day, pass this on to someone special.
I just did!

Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!

 

 

ABee Bg  assembled by friend



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From: friend_555Sent: 12/28/2008 9:27 PM

 

 

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"Mother, you must come to 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 reluctantly

I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children.

I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.

"Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog,

and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want

to see badly enough to drive another inch!"

image

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.

"But first we're going to see the daffodils. It's just a few blocks," Carolyn said.

"I'll drive. I'm used to this."

"Carolyn," I said sternly, "Please turn around."

"It's all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience."

image

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 with an arrow that read, Daffodil Garden

We got out of the car, each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path.

Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped—before me laid the most glorious sight.

It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy

white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different

colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its

own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers.

image

"Who did this?" I asked Carolyn. "Just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting 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 one brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

image

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 mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary magnificence, beauty, and inspiration. The principle her daffodil garden taught is one of the greatest principles of celebration.

image
That is, learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time--often just one baby-step at 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!"

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said.

image

She was right. It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"

Use the Daffodil Principle. Stop waiting.....
Until your car or home is paid off
Until you get a new car or home
Until your kids leave the house
Until you go back to school
Until you finish school
Until you clean the house
Until you organize the garage
Until you clean off your desk
Until you lose 10 lbs.
Until you gain 10 lbs.
Until you get married
Until you get a divorce
Until you have kids
Until the kids go to school
Until you retire
Until summer
Until spring
Until winter
Until fall
Until you die...

image

There is no better time than right now to be happy.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.
So work like you don't need money.
Love like you've never been hurt, and, Dance like no one's watching.

If you want to brighten someone's day, pass this on to someone special.
I just did!

Wishing you a beautiful, daffodil day!

 

 


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 Message 3 of 4 in Discussion 
From: friend_555Sent: 12/28/2008 9:28 PM

 

 

 
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WOW!!!!!!!!!!
I truly love your added touch.
Yes this inspiring message touched me too.
 
 
I totally agree so many of us do, become discouraged allowing decades to slip through our hands. In this time of idleness for most we have little to show.  For the time left we have to live our lives to the fullest one day at a time as God gives them.
 
God gives us so much and so many opportunities to plant seeds or daffodils--once done His magestic awsome wonders
makes them grow and we must share God's love as
we witness it even in the simplest forms--a kind word, a hug,
a flower, rainbow.....
 
As wonderful and breath taking these daffodils are after a lifetime of planting--we witness this one persons accomplishment with God's grace and compasion visable in this short season called Spring.  A time of rebirth.
 
  We too have only a short season of life to plant the seeds sharing God's love for all.
 
We may not beable to look across a field of daffodils to see
where God has used us in His glory, but the fact knowing we did plant the seeds and we were obedient to His call our lives are richly blessed in many ways.
 
Have you ever looked at how a daffodil grows, they come from a bulb which has tiny hairs on bottom, if the bulb is planted upside down, it still grows, but it curves up to the light, despite it's handicap being planted wrong
 
We are children of the light and we sometimes get our lives upside down and we face many handicaps and trials, but God's grace helps us to turn our lives back on track seeking His light.
 
This message is full of Encouragement and challenges--
Nothing is impossible for God--Get planting.
 
 
Thank you for the new look.
God Bless
 

 

 

A Bee Bg


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 Message 4 of 4 in Discussion 
From: friend_555Sent: 12/28/2008 9:30 PM
image
 
 
 

"Mother, you must come to 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 reluctantly

I drove there. When I finally walked into Carolyn's house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children.

I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.

"Forget the daffodils, Carolyn!   The road is invisible in these clouds and fog,

and there is nothing in the world except you and these children that I want

to see badly 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.

"But first we're going to see the daffodils.   It's just a few blocks," Carolyn said. 
"I'll drive. I'm used to this."

"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 with an arrow that read, Daffodil Garden

We got out of the car, each took a child's hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path.

Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped—before me laid the most glorious sight. 


It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over

the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes. The flowers were planted in

majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy

white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow. Each different

colored variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its  own river with its own unique hue. There were five acres of flowers. 



"Who did this?" I asked Carolyn. "Just one woman," Carolyn answered. "She lives on the property. That's her home." Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting 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 one brain." The third answer was, "Began in 1958."

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 mountaintop. Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived. One day at a time, she had created something of extraordinary 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 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!"

My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way. "Start tomorrow," she said.

She was right. It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, "How can I put this to use today?"


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