by Joyce Schwarz, blogging at www.visionboard.info (the official blog for the bestselling book THE VISION BOARD, Harper Collins Publishing, Collins Design.To see a free chapter go to http://tinyurl.com/visionbaordbookamazon and click on "see inside" .
DAFFODILIA -- my private Daffodil delight:
Daffodil delight-- when it's time to bloom....ya just gotta do it says Joyce Schwarz, bestselling author THE VISION BOARD book.
On Monday, I was at the Von's in the Marina and another shopper and I were looking at some plants outside prior to going into the store. She said out of the blue to me-- Have you seen their daffodils? And I said no. She said she had been chcking out the day before and saw a box of what looked like chives or some kind of green stalks near the registers and wondered what they were. She thought what an odd "IMPULSE" Item to put by the registers. When she picked the stalks up she thought oh -- they are unopened Daffodils.
She said to me "YOU MUST GET SOME NOW ! And I replied that maybe I should get the ones already open a bit -- she said no get the buds and watch them "POP" an odd word for a Daffodil but it made me take notice. Then she assured me -- kind of like a reality show on TV that she was not connected to the store or the garden area -- I had not asked but I got it ! On her word (I am not a great gardener) i bought the three stalks (about 12 -15 buds) for $5.00).
And I took them home and put them in a crystal vase to welcome a guest I had staying with me for a month. Alas the guest arrived hours and hours late and I don't think even looked at the buds! But I did kind of 'praying for their potential"
DAFFODILS THAT "POP" ? The next morning Tuesday they still were buds --you had to look at them very very closely to see what I assumed was yellow (they could be white or ? I did not know their color).
When I came home that night from a VERY long day in traffic court 'winning my case' for a minor infraction of not having my tags on my license plate last July (during the time that my mom thought she was dying and tags were actually in the mail and not on my car etc).
I looked at the flowers and they seemed almost ready-- but "no pop" yet.
LATER THAT NIGHT My guest arrived home from her Hollywood work-- at my place at 8 pm and proceeded to lecture me about how everything at my gorgeous penthouse was wrong-- clutter, nail and Qtip on the floor in her bed area, thumbprint on the microwave, opened coke cans and junk on the counter (really full coke cans put out for her and nearby my precious video cameras in a basket ready of courst to record the "POP" when it came. No stainless steel appliances, black sequins from the new shower curtain in the tub, Wi-fi still not working (why had the Time Warner failed to show?) and on and on!
TRYING TO MAKE SOMEONE ELSE HAPPY -- so I went into my childhood mode-- "I'll make it better for you-- I'll make it picture perfect" I cleaned off the counters-- completely empty, I took down my international collection of porcelain plates. I hid the cameras on a shelf in my office etc Only at 5 am in the early morning did I finally go to bed only after calling the cable company again and this time getting a job order # that could be tracked.
WHEN IT'S TIME TO POP! believe me I didn't even think about those Daffodils -- the crumbs from my granola bar and the thumbprint on the microwave (okay from my sticky bun heatup earlier) were all I saw looking sternly "from my guest's eye-view".
At 8:30 this morning I woke to the cleaning lady knocking at the door, soon my guest was yelling at me (in a heated discussion she called it) about where was the cable guy and etc! etc!
THEN -it was like slow motion and MOS(without sound as they say in the film biz) Out of the corner of my eye -- I saw them-- they had POPPED -- omg -- they looked like a painting, they looked like Spring- the ducks were quacking in the Marina and all I could think of how I am so grateful for my life.
So grateful that I could see past the crumbs and the judgements for that moment. For not "being good enough" for everyone all of the time. For just being! Do I wish I had the camera out to video the pop -- yep but it's okay
I suspended my disbelief and I was truly grateful. omg thanks so much!
Life's lessons are strange but ya gotta remember that the Daffodils DO POP!
Thanks to the lovely Asian gal in the front of Von's another example of the "WHO OF THE HOW" changing my life for the better!
THE FAMOUS FIELD OF DAFFODILS:
My story ties in perfectly with this much longer post about the FIELD OF DAFFODILS -- enjoy it here:
Several times my daughter had telephoned to say, “Mother, you must come to 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.
Next Tuesday dawned cold and rainy. Still, I had promised, and reluctantly I drove there. When I finally walked into my daughter Carolyn’s house I was welcomed by the joyful sounds of happy children. I delightedly hugged and greeted my grandchildren.
I told my daughter, “Forget the daffodils, Carolyn! The road is invisible in these clouds and fog, and there is nothing in the world except you and my grandchildren that I want to see right now. I don’t want to drive another inch!”
My daughter smiled calmly and said, “We drive in this weather 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.
“But first we’re going to see the daffodils. It’s just a few blocks,” Carolyn said. “I’ll drive. I’m used to this. It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never forgive yourself if you miss this experience.”
So we went!
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 with an arrow that read,
“Daffodil Garden —->”
We got out of the car, each of us took a child’s hand, and I followed Carolyn down the path. Then, as we turned a corner, I looked up and gasped.
Before me lay the most glorious sight. It looked as though someone had taken a great vat of gold and poured it over the mountain peak and its surrounding slopes.
The flowers were planted in majestic, swirling patterns, great ribbons and swaths of deep orange, creamy white, lemon yellow, salmon pink, and saffron and butter yellow.
Each different-coloured variety was planted in large groups so that it swirled and flowed like its own river with its own unique hue.
There were five acres of flowers!
“Who did this?” I asked Carolyn.
“Just one woman,” Carolyn answered. “She lives on the property. That’s her home.”
Carolyn pointed to a well-kept A-frame house, small and modestly sitting 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” 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 one brain.”
The third answer was, “Began in 1958.”
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 mountaintop.
Planting one bulb at a time, year after year, this unknown woman had forever changed the world in which she lived.