This daffodil likes the company of tulips
Somewhere near Lake Arrowhead in California is a little church with a sign that says "Daffodil Garden" on the far side of the graveyard. In spring, if you follow the path through the gravestones, you are in for a big surprise. In the property beside this church, all you can see, is thousands of daffodils of different colours and types. They cover the hills, slopes and land as far as you can see.
These little wild daffodils are in my neighbour's garden, but I like them very much
It's possible to walk up to the house and there you will find a hand-written poster that states:
50,000 bulbs
Planted one at a time, by one woman, two hands, two feet and very little brain
Began in 1958
This bunch of daffodils came from one bulb I planted almost 8 years ago, when we moved to Inverurie
And this is The Daffodil Principle. An unknown woman has forever changed the world she lives in by her act of planting bulbs. She has brought a little more beauty, inspiration and joy into the lives of herself and others by a frequent, regular, sustainable act of passion.
Some daffodils have yet to bloom
On Earth Day, perhaps the greatest thing we can do is something small, little and often, that makes a difference over time. Let's think about a positive baby-step we can each do, that quietly makes our world a little more beautiful and better place to be in many years to come.
Three bio-bags for each dog walk and a little less dog poo around Inverurie. I'll pick up other dog mess too. That's what I will do!
4 comments:
This is a wonderful story, Juliet. I think we often get so focused on the nuts and bolts of the reduce-reuse-recycle part of Earth Day that we forget that a part of our job here is to create a little more beauty as well. Thanks!
What a lovely story. You've made me want to run out & plant daffodils! We will mark Earth Day by transplanting a camellia my dad grew from seed in our yard. A thing of beauty indeed!
Thanks for your comments. It all really came about when I was walking my dog yesterday and taking photos of all the spring growth.
As a 6yr old child, I remember planting daffodils at my father's house. He asked us not to pick the daffodils when they bloomed so we could have more each year and we stuck to that rule.
I forgot to mention that the place does exist. It is in running Springs (S. Bernardino Mountains). Some people who live in California kindly confirmed this for me.
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