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A lesson from the daffodils
Originally appeared on spirituality.com
As a child I developed a love of flowers from helping my grandfather in his large garden in Vancouver. He grew enough daffodils and lilies of the valley to sell to the wholesale warehouse downtown. What an experience that was, seeing and smelling a bright warehouse full of flowers on those dark winter mornings!
Every year I look forward to seeing the daffodils come up; they brighten the early spring days. My favorite is the large King Alfred. And where I now live on Vancouver Island, nearly every garden produces them.
One frosty morning some years ago I was admiring the newly transplanted King Alfred Daffodils on my drive to work. They’d been carefully placed in all the planters on the downtown city street corners. But as I neared the office I noticed a few of the flowers from each planter had been pulled out and thrown on the street and sidewalk. The planter nearest my office had all its flowers scattered on the ground. They still looked fresh and had probably been thrown there within the past few hours.
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Gary Rowland lives in British Columbia, Canada.
