No Comparison

I was pretty pleased about my great tulip display on yesterday's post. Then something happened today that really put things into perspective.

One of my favorite stories is told by Jaroldeen Edwards, in which her daughter begs her for several years to drive two hours up the California coast to see a daffodil display. She finally consents and ends up driving on a horribly rainy and foggy day and is in no mood to be looking at daffodils when she arrives. She is already dreading the drive back home and anxious to get on her way, but her daughter insists she get in the car and then drives her another twenty minutes into the mountains. They parked in a small parking lot and followed a little path covered in pine needles to a sign that read "Daffodil Garden." The path wound around through giant trees, then turned sharply. She gasped! There before her lay the most glorious sight she had ever seen. It looked as if Mother Nature had taken a great gold vat of sunshine and poured it over the mountainside. As they walked along they found a sign that read, "Answers to the Questions I Know You Are Asking."

"50,000 bulbs"

"One at a time. One woman. Two hands, two feet, and very little brain."

"Began in 1958"

I have become acquainted with a friend who has turned her own 10 acres of property into just such a heavenly spot. Randy and I are leaving early tomorrow for California, and it didn't seem like a good time to drive an hour each way to look at some beautiful flowers, but I wanted to show it to a friend who loves to garden, and its beauty might be over in another week. Seeing what the Tiffins have done with their yard really brought home the thought that my few daffodils around the tree are not much to whoop about.