THE DAFFODILS

The bright yellow blotches against a canvas of brown leaves caught my attention when I glanced out my laundry room window. It is only the first of March, but the weather has been warm; early blooming bulbs and shrubs brighten the dull landscape.

Most surprising to me is that these bulbs have been buried in the earth for over thirty-five years! They have never been dug, separated, replanted, and yet, each Spring, beautiful, large daffodils appear in different places in my yard. Rarely do I see them in the same spot. The ones near the stone steps bloomed last year, and those near the big oak burst forth this week. Part of the joy is the wonder of why!

Perhaps deep-digging squirrels have stirred the earth a bit . Or maybe rain and flow of water moved the topsoil. For whatever reason, the loving effort of someone planting the bulbs years ago grabs my attention and puts a smile on my face!

And I think that perhaps within me – within all of us – there are wonderful things buried deeply. I plan to “stir” around and see if I can recapture some. Maybe I will write a note to an old friend, or call a relative I haven’t talked to in a while. Perhaps I will say an extra “I love you” to my sisters and laugh as we reminiscence childhood fun. It is time to bring forth …to Spring!