The daffodil Principle

the daffodil principle The Daffodil Principle story

Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, “Mother, you must come and see the daffodils before they are over.” I wanted to go, but it was a two-hour drive from Laguna to Lake Arrowhead. Going and coming took most of a day – and I honestly did not have a free day until the following week.

“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 the length of Route 91, continued on I-215, and finally turned onto Route 18 and began to drive up the mountain highway. The tops of the mountains were sheathed in clouds, and I had gone only a few miles when the road was completely covered with a wet, gray blanket of fog. I slowed to a crawl, my heart pounding. The road becomes narrow and winding toward the top of the mountain.

As I executed the hazardous turns at a snail’s pace, I was praying to reach the turnoff at Blue Jay that would signify I had arrived. 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 darling children that I want to see bad enough to drive another inch!”

My daughter smiled calmly, “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. The mechanic just called, and they’ve finished repairing the engine,” she answered.

“How far will we have to drive?” I asked cautiously.

“Just a few blocks,”Carolyn said cheerfully.

So we buckled up the children and went out to my car. “I’ll drive,” Carolyn offered. “I’m used to this.” We got into the car, and she began driving.

In a few minutes I was aware that we were back on the Rim-of-the-World Road heading over the top of the mountain. “Where are we going?” I exclaimed, distressed to be back on the mountain road in the fog. “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, trying to sound as if I was still the mother and in charge of the situation, “please turn around. There is nothing in the world that I want to see enough to drive on this road in this weather.”

“It’s all right, Mother,” She replied with a knowing grin. “I know what I’m doing. I promise, you will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.”

And so my sweet, darling daughter who had never given me a minute of difficulty in her whole life was suddenly in charge – and she was kidnapping me! I couldn’t believe it. Like it or not, I was on the way to see some ridiculous daffodils – driving through the thick, gray silence of the mist-wrapped mountaintop at what I thought was risk to life and limb.

I muttered all the way. After about twenty minutes we turned onto a small gravel road that branched down into an oak-filled hollow on the side of the mountain. The fog had lifted a little, but the sky was lowering, gray and heavy with clouds.

We parked in a small parking lot adjoining a little stone church. From our vantage point at the top of the mountain we could see beyond us, in the mist, the crests of the San Bernardino range like the dark, humped backs of a herd of elephants. Far below us the fog-shrouded valleys, hills, and flatlands stretched away to the desert.

On the far side of the church I saw a pine-needle-covered path, with towering evergreens and manzanita bushes and an inconspicuous, lettered sign “Daffodil Garden.”

We each took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path as it wound through the trees. The mountain sloped away from the side of the path in irregular dips, folds, and valleys, like a deeply creased skirt.

Live oaks, mountain laurel, shrubs, and bushes clustered in the folds, and in the gray, drizzling air, the green foliage looked dark and monochromatic. I shivered. Then we turned a corner of the path, and I looked up and gasped. Before me lay the most glorious sight, unexpectedly and completely splendid. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it down over the mountain peak and slopes where it had run into every crevice and over every rise. Even in the mist-filled air, the mountainside was radiant, clothed in massive drifts and waterfalls of daffodils. 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 (I learned later that there were more than thirty-five varieties of daffodils in the vast display) was planted as a group so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue.

In the center of this incredible and dazzling display of gold, a great cascade of purple grape hyacinth flowed down like a waterfall of blossoms framed in its own rock-lined basin, weaving through the brilliant daffodils. A charming path wound throughout the garden. There were several resting stations, paved with stone and furnished with Victorian wooden benches and great tubs of coral and carmine tulips. As though this were not magnificent enough, Mother Nature had to add her own grace note – above the daffodils, a bevy of western bluebirds flitted and darted, flashing their brilliance. These charming little birds are the color of sapphires with breasts of magenta red. As they dance in the air, their colors are truly like jewels above the blowing, glowing daffodils. The effect was spectacular.

It did not matter that the sun was not shining. The brilliance of the daffodils was like the glow of the brightest sunlit day. Words, wonderful as they are, simply cannot describe the incredible beauty of that flower-bedecked mountain top.

Five acres of flowers! (This too I discovered later when some of my questions were answered.) “But who has done this?” I asked Carolyn. I was overflowing with gratitude that she brought me – even against my will. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

“Who?” I asked again, almost speechless with wonder, “And how, and why, and when?”

“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, my mind buzzing with questions. 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 thirty-five years before, had begun – one bulb at a time – to bring her vision of beauty and joy to an obscure mountain top. One bulb at a time.

There was no other way to do it. One bulb at a time. No shortcuts – simply loving the slow process of planting. Loving the work as it unfolded.

Loving an achievement that grew so slowly and that bloomed for only three weeks of each year. 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 principle of celebration: learning to move toward our goals and desires one step at a time – often just one baby-step at a time – 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.

“Carolyn,” I said that morning on the top of the mountain as we left the haven of daffodils, our minds and hearts still bathed and bemused by the splendors we had seen, “it’s as though that remarkable woman has needle-pointed the earth! Decorated it. Just think of it, she planted every single bulb for more than thirty years. One bulb at a time! And that’s the only way this garden could be created. Every individual bulb had to be planted. There was no way of short-circuiting that process. Five acres of blooms. That magnificent cascade of hyacinth! All, just one bulb at a time.”

The thought of it filled my mind. I was suddenly overwhelmed with the implications of what I had seen. “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 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 wise daughter put the car into gear and summed up the message of the day in her direct way. “Start tomorrow,” she said with the same knowing smile she had worn for most of the morning. Oh, profound wisdom!

It is pointless to think of the lost hours of yesterdays. The way to make learning a lesson a celebration instead of a cause for regret is to only ask, “How can I put this to use tomorrow?”

Jaroldeen Asplund Edwards

Tonight he is yours Mary

Tonight he is yours Mary Tonight He is yours Mary
For this is the night of His birth.
Count His little toes, one by one…
A million mothers have counted newborn baby toes.
Softly squeeze His baby feet.
Tomorrow, He will walk the shores of Galilee
And there’s a long, hard hill ahead to climb called Calvary.
But tonight He is yours.
Marvel at each tiny fingernail
As he curls His little fingers around your own.
Out in the darkness of the night
The deaf, the sick and the blind await His touch.
But tonight His little hands are yours alone.
Tenderly trace the outline of His lips
And smile at His open, searching little mouth.
Tomorrow flow the words of life eternal
His people need the story of the lilies.
But baby lips were meant to be caressed.
Gently stroke His silken baby hair
And kiss His soft, warm baby cheek
Tomorrow, the crushing multitude
will press and push and reach
To touch the hem of His garment,
But tonight He is yours.
Enfold Him in your arms and hold Him
Oh, so close to your heart.
Tomorrow, He must be about His Father’s business.
A world is lost and waiting for salvation.
But tonight He is yours.
Listen. Do you hear the angels singing?
Look. The star is already shining!
Wrap Him in Swaddling clothes, Mary
And lay Him in the manger.
For Shepherds will be knocking at your door
But tonight He is yours.
Tonight he is yours Mary by Leatha Wade Slagowski

A Savior is Born video

Old Shoe Box

The Old Shoe Box, with the tatteredthe old shoe box
covered, lay on my lap.

With wrinkled hands, that trembled
slightly, I lifted the cover.

There, inside, were the reminders, of
precious memories of love.

A fading picture of her, with a smile, that
could brighten the darkest day. And, in my
now hazy memory, I could still hear the
words, that made life worthwhile; ‘I love you.’

There she was, standing on the pier, as
boats dotted the ocean blue and the
warm sun kissed her face. A light
wind, ruffled her golden hair.

I reached in, and picked up a Valentine she
once gave me. As I read her words,
‘All my love…All my life’, my eyes began to
fill. My mind’s eye pictured us, holding,
touching, forever committing our love to each other.

A dainty ribbon, with strands
of blond, still clinging there. A half used
tube of lipstick…the glasses she wore,
and a picture of our children, now scattered
to the distant places of the world. All there,
in that Old Shoe Box.

A 45 record, titled, ‘Why Did I Choose You? ‘
I never really understood, why she chose me.
I just thank Him above, that she did.

A tiny heart, she knitted for our first grandchild;
a souvenir from our vacation; a prayer card, from
one of our children, who had passed; our
wedding announcement and an invitation for
our fiftieth anniversary.

Tears streamed down my face, as I picked up,
her obituary. For me, it all ended, when she
had gone. For me, there would be no more beloved
memories, to place… in that Old Shoe Box.

I sat there for hours, as everything in that
Old Shoe Box, brought her back to me.
Returned, the love we had known.

Reluctantly, I replaced the cardboard lid.
I closed my eyes and whispered, ‘I miss you.
Love you. Soon…we’ll be together again.’

Until then, I can find our life and our love,
stored in that Old Shoe Box
The little wooden Box lay in my hands.

With wrinkled hands, that trembled
slightly, I lifted the cover.

There, inside, were the reminders, of
precious memories of love.

A fading picture of her, with a smile, that
could brighten the darkest day. And, in my
now hazy memory, I could still hear the
words, that made life worthwhile; ‘I love you.’

There she was, standing on the pier, as
boats dotted the ocean blue and the
warm sun kissed her face. A light
wind, ruffled her golden hair.

I reached in, and picked up a Valentine she
once gave me. As I read her words,
‘All my love…All my life’, my eyes began to
fill. My mind’s eye pictured us, holding,
touching, forever committing our love to each other.

A dainty ribbon, with strands
of blond, still clinging there. A half used
tube of lipstick…the glasses she wore,
and a picture of our children, now scattered
to the distant places of the world. All there,
in that Old Shoe Box.

A 45 record, titled, ‘Why Did I Choose You? ‘
I never really understood, why she choose me.
I just thank Him above, that she did.

A tiny heart, she knitted for our first grandchild;
a souvenir from our vacation; a prayer card, from
one of our children, who had passed; our
wedding announcement and an invitation for
our fiftieth anniversary.

Tears streamed down my face, as I picked up,
her obituary. For me, it all ended, when she
had gone. For me, there would be no more beloved
memories, to place… in that Old Shoe Box.

I sat there for hours, as everything in that
Old Shoe Box, brought her back to me.
Returned, the love we had known.

Reluctantly, I replaced the cardboard lid.
I closed my eyes and whispered, ‘I miss you.
Love you. Soon…we’ll be together again.’

Until then, I can find our life and our love,
stored in that Old Shoe Box.

Inside this little Christmas Box
Is much more than you see
It holds the Real meaning of Christmas
A Miracle for You a Miracle for Me!

A Thanksgiving Day Prayer

A Thanksgiving Day Prayera thanksgiving day prayer

“Faith of our Fathers” renew us again

And make us a nation of God-fearing men

Seeking Thy guidance, Thy love and Thy will,

For we are but Pilgrims in need of Thee still—

And, gathered together on Thanksgiving Day,

May we lift up our hearts and our hands as we pray

To thank You for blessings we so little merit

And grant us Thy love and teach us to SHARE IT.

By Helen Steiner Rice

A Thanksgiving Day Prayer Song – What would Thanksgiving be without family and friends, gathering together to share a beautiful meal, being grateful for each other and all they have been blessed with from a loving Heavenly Father throughout the year.  May you and your family find love and happiness this Thanksgiving.

Twas the Night

Twas the night.  Remembering the children in Connecticut December 2012Twas the Night

Twas’ 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38 when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven’s gate.

Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air. They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there. They were filled with such joy; they didn’t know what to say. They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.

“Where are we?” asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse. “This is heaven” declared a small boy. “We’re spending Christmas at God’s house”.

When what to their wondering eyes did appear, but Jesus, their Savior, the children gathered near. He looked at them and smiled, they smiled just the same. Then He opened His arms and He called them by name. And in that moment was joy that only heaven can bring – those children all flew into the arms of their King and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace, one small girl turned and looked at Jesus’ face. And as if He could read all the questions she had He gently whispered to her, “I’ll take care of mom and dad.

“Then He looked down on earth, the world far below He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe, then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand, “Let My power and presence re-enter this land! “May this country be delivered from the hands of fools” “I’m taking back my nation. I’m taking back my schools!

“Then He and the children stood up without a sound. “Come now my children let me show you around. “Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran. All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.

And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight, “in the midst of this darkness,” I AM STILL THE LIGHT.”

Twas the night – By Cameo Smith from Mount Wolf Pennsylvania

What is a friend

What is a friend?What is a friend Canada

A friend is someone loyal

Who can lift your spirits high

And add real joy to living

As the busy seasons fly…

A friends the kind of person

Who is always glad to share

And make your whole world brighter

With a kindness sweet and rare…

A friend is one who comforts

And bring sunshine to your days

By being warm and caring

In so many gracious ways.

What is a friend – author unknown

My Friend

No matter how big or small we are

Friends Support You

And Respect Your Creativity

For Thinking Outside the Box

They’ll Be There When You Need a Shoulder to Lean On

Or a Great Big Hug

A True Friend Takes Interest

in Understanding What You’re All About

They See Beyond the Black &White

To Discover Your True Colors

They Accept You Just the Way You Are

So When You Wake Up in the Morning!

Make Your Own Kind of Music

Sing Your Own Special Song

Follow Your Heart

Wherever it Takes You

When Someone Reaches Out to Love You

Don’t Be Afraid to Love Them Back

They May Just Be Your Friend for Life!

author unknown

This week I was asked to write a tribute to a wonderful lady, who we have lived by for many years, she is celebrating her 70th birthday.  This sweet lady is one of my dearest friends.  She has helped me through some tough times.  She always seems to know what to say to lift and cheer me as well as others.  She always makes me feel I am better than I really am.  She has been such an example to our community.  I don’t know anyone who doesn’t love her and her family.  Friends are like stars you may not always see them, but you know they are always there.

Homemade thick chewy brownies

The best Homemade thick chewy brownies recipe with or without frosting or added toppings.  Homemade thick chewy brownies

2 cubes butter
1/2 c. cocoa
2 cups sugar
4 eggs
2 tsp. vanilla
1 cup flour
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. baking powder

Directions:  preheat oven to 350 – easy to make, place butter cubes in large bowl, microwave one minute, with fork stir in cocoa, then add sugar, eggs, & vanilla stir well with fork.  Then add flour, salt and baking powder, using fork mix well.  Butter a 9×9 stone baking pan spread batter evenly in pan. Bake 350 for 35-37 minutes, till toothpick comes out clean.

For macadamia white chocolate brownies recipe, as shown in picture, sprinkle top of batter with 1/2 bag of white chocolate chips and 3/4 c. chopped macadamia nuts.  Then bake as directed above.

The best chocolate buttercream frosting  – 1 cube butter softened, 1/3 c. cocoa, 2 cups powdered sugar, 1 1/2 tsp. vanilla, 1-2 Tbsp. warm milk, shake of salt – With mixer whip butter, add all ingredients minus 1 Tbsp. warm milk, whip till fluffy and desired thickness, you may or may not need the extra Tablespoon milk.

When I think of a sweet treat, brownies are at the top of the list, their is nothing more tasty than a delicious chewy thick rich brownie.  With or without frosting or added toppings, they are melt in your mouth good.  This recipe is quick and easy to make.

Orange brownies recipe – for another tasty twist, chop orange jelly chocolate covered sticks and sprinkle on top of batter before baking, bake as directed.  While cooling, make the best chocolate buttercream frosting above, adding 5-10 drops wild orange purest essential oil to the frosting.  If you love orange and chocolate you will love these.    Contact me to get purest essential oils at wholesale.

Cherry chocolate brownies recipe – chop a small bag of refrigerated cherry chocolate kisses, sprinkle on top of batter and bake as directed, cool, add frosting if desired.

Homemade thick chewy brownies

Garden fresh mango salsa

Make Garden fresh mango salsaMelanieHanni.com garden fresh mango salsa mango

2 cups chopped fresh mangos (about 2 large)

2 cups chopped fresh tomatoes drained

juice of 2 limes

8 green onions chopped

1 jalapeno seeded and chopped fine

1 bunch cilantro leaves chopped

1/2 tsp. salt or to taste

1 drop each purest essential oils cilantro, lemon, & lime

(Note be sure you use purest essential oils that can be used in food contact me to order yours today)

Directions:  toss all ingredients together refrigerate for 2 hours for flavors to blend.

This quick easy Garden fresh mango salsa is delicious with grilled or stir fried Cajun seasoned shrimp, Cilantro Lime Rice below & heated Black beans all in a cooked flour tortilla shell.  After making this fresh delicious salsa you walk in the house and the refreshing delicious aroma hits your nose.  Be sure you have chips for dipping.  This is the perfect time of year to make, with all the wonderful produce coming from our gardens, making everything taste fresh and delicous.  All that hard work planting and taking care of our garden is now paying off.  Plus there is usually plenty to share with family, neighbors and friends.  I don’t know about you, but I would love to receive salsa as a gift with a bag of chips.

Cilantro Lime Rice – 2 cups uncooked brown rice, 4 cups water, 3 tsp. chicken bouillon granules, 2 Tbsp. butter, 1/2 bunch chopped cilantro leaves, juice of 1 lime, add to rice cooker and cook 45 minutes or according to directions with your rice cooker.  When finished cooking add 1 drop lime essential oil and fluff with fork.

Make this quick easy Garden fresh mango salsa recipe today

Deep Relief Essential Oil recipe

Deep relief essential oil recipe spray –  Oh my aching back and neck.  Deep relief essential oil deep relief essential oil recipespray can bring rapid relief to occasional aches & pains.  I used this spray after surgery to soothe the hurt. Feels so good.

Why use an all natural pain relief spray?  Essential oils reduce aches and pains gently.  Prescription pain killers can be toxic and addictive, and do not address conditions of pain.  More people are turning to natural solutions than ever before.

Deep relief essential oil recipe spray – a blend of purest essential oils – Peppermint, Lemongrass, Massage & Soothing blends, Clove, Marjoram, Oregano, Frankincense, & Helichrysum, this combination of oils are for stiffness, muscle spasm comfort, soothe tissues & inflammation.  Add oils to spray bottle then fill with water, shake well each time you spray.  Water helps oils penetrate deep and soothe the hurt.  At the fair we sell this blend, it is a huge hit every year.  Tip: if an oil is ever too warm to the skin top with a carrier oil or other oil to dilute.   Topical use.

For the exact essential oil recipe please contact me, I can also help you receive a 25% discount on Purest essential oils & tell you where to get your spray bottle.  Please contact me if you would like to see our whole line of essential oils and products.  Best Deep relief essential oil recipe spray

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Calm child essential oil blend

calm child essential oil blendCalm child essential oil blend recipe – calm mother happy child.  You know the old saying, when mother isn’t happy nobody is happy.  When moms & parents have children that are struggling, it makes it very hard for families to live peaceably.  Calm child benefits bring comfort for mothers, fathers, and kids.

At one of our fairs, a mom took a sample of calm child essential oil blend, in a couple of days she called to say “she had to have more, she loved the atmosphere in her home for both her and her child.  

How to Calm my child – diffuse in the home, school, or office – apply 1-3 drops to back spine, behind ears, back of neck, or bottom of feet – feet especially good for young children who might rub oils in their eyes or those who dislike the smell.   Oils are best used 1-3 drops at a time several times through the day – rather than several drops once a day.  Parents and children use and love this blend.

Natural Calm child essential oil blend ingredients Vetiver, ylang ylang, lavender, frankincense, clary sage, marjoram, and fractionated coconut oil.

If you would like the essential oil recipe and receive a 25% discount on the purest essential oils to make this blend please contact me.

Recipe makes 15 ml bottle – Calm child essential oil blend

  • “These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug administration. This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent disease.”