Daffodil Armor

This past week our weather turned
from perfect spring days

to what looked like winter again...
literally overnight.

I took this picture Wednesday morning.

See the snow covered daffodil?

My first few winters here in the northeast I would panic when a blast of winter arrived at my garden gate and covered my crocus, tulips, hyacinths and daffodils with a blanket of snow. I'd rush out to pick them then put them in a vase inside the warm house so I could at least enjoy the fairy-like flowers before the snowfall robbed me of their beauty. After a few winters of plucking the delicate blooms in fear of losing them I realized they were far stronger than I given them credit of being. The nearly transparent, dainty petals had an armor that was invisible to the naked eye. Underneath the seemingly fragile blossoms lived a warrior that was determined to survive no matter how harsh times got. When I gave it more thought I understood we'd have no flowers if flowers were that wimpy.

So this past week when it snowed over 4 inches and covered my daffodils, I thought of how my fears of being in a car cover me in a blanket of ice, snow and darkness. Fear covers me from seeing my future and freezes my hope of ever blooming again. This is what could happen to me if all I focus on is the snow instead of the flower underneath. I don't want that...

And then as if Glenda the Good Witch waved her magic wand on my world, the sun came out and melted the snow like it never existed.

Two days later.

The daffodil comes to life.

My desire to live,
to bloom,
to grow,
to shine,
to laugh,
to love,
to give,
to survive,
to believe,
to hope,
to know,
to be,
WHOLE....
Can melt my fears away.

My mission on Earth
is not over
It's just beginning
to sparkle
as brilliant as a snowflake
and as bright as sunshine
on a daffodil~