Months have past since I have written here. Thoughts rattle about in my head and remain there. It has not been a writing time, for many reasons that will also remain in my head.
But today, something unexpectedly magical happened: the daffodils – a story so inspirational that it must be shared with the rest of the world.
My love of daffodils began here on Dream Tree Bayou when they surprised us during our first spring as the darlings popped up here and there around our property – a vestige of the previous owner and builder of our home. That visionary was a horticulturalist who dotted the vista with bulbs of varying hues to delight us every spring (or late winter in the South). But hers are not the flora about which I write. The daffodils that inspired my soul have a different story. That story begins with Granddaughter, as anything that sets my soul on fire always does.
Granddaughter has a little pixie in her soul, and I used to tell her that she came to our family when I found her sleeping in a flower. So, it was highly likely that she would feel at home among a field of daffodils. The family and I piled into the car and drove the dappled roads to Dodson, Louisiana to witness four acres of magnificence as advertised on Facebook.
As we drove past a curve in the road, the flowers’ uncommon majesty was a sight to behold, almost ethereal. How can such perfection exist here in this tired world? Somehow, it does, through the toil of an enlightened individual, someone who is somehow aware, awakened to celestial heights by reaching for the divine here on earth: a flower than can touch souls. That may sound lofty for a “simple gardener,” but that’s the point. Was she “just” planting flowers, or had she touched heaven by offering something beautiful to the world, and asking for nothing in return? I parked the car along the periphery of the fields, then approached a woman standing near a table at the entrance. Her name is Tina Knoll. What a perfect name for the keeper of a field of daffodils! My curiosity had been piqued; questions bubbled up and only answers would satiate my inquisitiveness. The tale of the Daffodil Fields is that of Mrs. Knoll’s family.
The property belonged to her great-grandmother, who originally planted a few daffodils on the family’s land. When Mrs. Knoll’s parents, Henry Nelton Adams and Thera Lou Temple Adams, bought the property in the late 1980’s, the daffodils had spread and multiplied on the homestead. The two began to dig them up, divide them, and give them room to propagate on an area of the property that could be seen by Henry Nelton’s father from his home across the road. Every year, Henry Nelton and Thera Lou would again divide and replant daffodils. Sadly, as the years progressed relentlessly forward, Henry Nelton developed cancer and passed away before he and Thera Lou could finish covering the fields with daffodils. Finding solace in the daffodils during a time of profound grief, Thera Lou continued their project as a lasting tribute to her husband. Now, more than two decades later, the entire four acres are blanketed in a quilt of varying daffodils.
Fortunately for admirers near and far, since 1998, Thera Lou has opened the Daffodil Fields to the public for three days every year. I invite you to search for their Facebook page, humbly entitled Daffodil Fields.
Imagine it: All those years ago, one woman planted a few bulbs of daffodils, though she had no idea how much lift that gesture would bring to another woman – a stranger – decades later. I’d say that she propagated more than flowers; she inspired life.
Stacy, I feel the beauty of these daffodils, but more important, I can always feel the love you have for your granddaughter. Bless you both. PS. I just got home from Georgia and got to see some spring flowers too.
That’s wonderful! Spring is nigh in the South. XOXO
I waited to read this recent musing of my dear friend. Today was the perfect day. I spent part of my day off enjoying some time in nature observing the signs of spring’s awakening. Oh daffodils… for a field of them, followed by day lillys, zinnias, and sunflowers!
I’m looking forward to zinnias, too. XOXO
Martha Mercado said:
I loved your words and found them inspiring on this most unusual Sunday. Thank you for sharing!
I have never seen anything like it. Our pastor said recently that when you look upon the beauty and goodness in the world, therein lies God. XOXO
Mariette VandenMunckhof-Vedder said:
Daffodils are quite happy in the south and they naturalize easily, plus voles do not eat the bulbs as they are poisonous…
Your Granddaughter sure enjoys their beauty and fragrance!
They sure make one happy.
They do, indeed, Mariette. They do, indeed. XOXO
Mariette VandenMunckhof-Vedder said:
Kay Mehochko said:
Beautifully written, as always, Stacy!
I grew up in Southern Illinois and loved seeing the Spring bulbs ( daffodils, tulips, hyacinths) as they added such beautiful colors to our yard after a long Winter.
As an adult living in Hawaii and Florida, I missed those flowers each Spring, unless the local stores had some in pots for me to enjoy. At the end of Winter of 2015, I was surprised to see daffodils coming up at our driveway entrance here at our new home here in VA! What a beautiful sight to see! I’ve since planted more bulbs each Fall and wait with anticipation in February/March to see them in full bloom!
Now I have an idea for my daffodils. Ours circle some of the trees, but why not plant them everywhere?! XOXO
I’m so happy to see a blog post from you! I love what you mused about a gardener and a flower. I will always be inspired now as I plant flowers, thinking perhaps it will touch a soul. I am continuing to keep you in my prayers. God bless you Stacy
Thank you! My soul is full today. XOXO