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THE DAFFODIL PRINCIPLE

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.
 
The next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove to my daughter's home. 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 the 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".
 
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 gasping at the glorious sight before me. 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 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".
 
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 indescribable magnificence, beauty, and inspiration.
 
The principle her daffodil garden taught me 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!"
 
My daughter summed up the message of the day in her usual direct way, "Start tomorrow," she said.
 
It's so pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make earning a lesson of celebration instead of a cause for regret is to ask, "How can I put this to use today?"


...Author unknown
MEN vs. WOMEN
 
NICKNAMES
If Laura, Debra and Rose go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Debra and Rose. If Mike, Charlie, and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, and Schmucko.
 
EATING OUT
When the bill arrives, Mike, Charlie, and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller, and none will actually admit they want some change back. When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.
 
MONEY
A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he wants. A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't want.
 
BATHROOMS
A man has six items in his bathroom: toothpaste, toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel from the Holiday Inn.; The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337.No man will be able to identify most of these items.
 
ARGUMENTS
A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
 
CATS
Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.
 
THE FUTURE
A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
 
MARRIAGE
A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. A man marries a woman expecting she won't change and she does.
 
DRESSING UP
A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail. A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.
 
NATURAL
Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed. Women somehow deteriorate during the night.
 
OFFSPRING
Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of short people living in the house.
 
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Every married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing, is there?
Kids' Corner
New Dishes for Summer Parties


Gather following supplies:
  • Magazines or photos
  • Clear glass plates
  • Totally clear glue
  • A paintbrush
  • Paint (should be non-toxic, although you will not be eating off the paint side of the plate)
Start with plain glass clear plates.that have no ridges or decorations. You can find them at thrift stores or at larger department stores like Walmart, Target, etc.
Cut out pictures you like from magazines or you can use pictures of you and your friends, but the thinness of magazine paper works a little better than photos.
Spread newspaper across large area, just in case you make a mess (which is half the fun anyway).

Place the pictures face down on the back of the plate so you see the image from the top of the plate.

You can tack the pictures down with clear glue or just hold them in place with tape for the time being, but put the tape on loosely, becasue you'll want to take the tape off before painting.

Now paint the back of the glass plate, over the back of the pictures. The paint acts as a glue, sealing the photos or pictures in.

DO NOT paint the top of the plate where food is placed. Just the underside of the plate. You might want to apply two coats of paint for a truly opaque plate, but wait for the first one to dry before applying the second coat.

You can also experiment: Paint stripes of different colors or paint shapes or flowers.

Let the painted plates dry.

Now have a dinner party celebrating the beginning of summer. The menu should include Tater Tots, macaroni and cheese, hot dogs, chips...you get the idea.

Don't put the plates in the dishwasher. Just rinse with warm water, suds and your own hands.