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The Daffodil Principle...
Author Unknown
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 Tues-
day,” I promised, a little reluctantly,
on her third call.
Next Tuesday dawned cold and
rainy. Still, I had promised, and so I drove
there. 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 go-
ing? 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, “please turn around.”
“It’s all right, Mother, I promise. You will never for-
give 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 gasped.
Before me lay the most glorious sight. 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 different-colored 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
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Inside This Issue:
Editorial
Springing Into New Life ·············Page 2
Wee Wit & Wisdom ·················Page 4
Spotlight on Orphans·················Page 5
Come Sit at the Feet of Jesus
The Fall and Restoration of Eve ··········Page 6
Encounters With Jesus
Martha’s Garden ·················Page 7
Happy Homemaking and Family Harmony
Mothers—We Have a Mission from God ·····Page 8
A Page from My Experience
Discovering God·················Page 10
Health is Wealth
A Secret for Losing Weight ···········Page 11
Report from Day Break
Thank You!! Thank You!! Thank You!! ·····Page 12
Scripture Study
The Everlasting Gospel··············Page14
Woman to Woman
Vol. 5, No. 2
“And ye are complete in him.” Colossians 2:10
Mar./Apr. 2002
