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| April 9,2018 Photo credit: Liane Layhew no filters,iphone 6 |
And the day came when one bloomed! And the Wife envisioned fourteen, at least, cheerful yellow blossoms greeting every passer-by. What the wife did not foresee was the three year old Farmer's Daughter...also knows as "The Ninny-nator". Destroyer of makeup bags, ruin-er of rising bread loaves, picker of flowers...The Ninny-nator.
And the first beautiful yellow daffodil bloomed, the Wife took a picture! And The Ninny-nator Farmer's Daughter picked it. Running behind the Wife and smiling grandly, she showed it to everyone. Everyone-crestfallen-said, "No, Ninny. No picking the pretty yellow flowers."
And the next day a new daffodil bloomed in a different location. And the family cheered! And we reminded the Ninny-nator NOT to pick the flower. And she nodded her head in agreement. And at about two o'clock in the afternoon-she picked it. And the Wife was sad. She saw a death to her vision. There would be one flower a day. One flower...and if a passer-by was there at just the right time, and looked in just the right place, providentially the passer-by would see one lovely, coveted, happy yellow daffodil. That was the reality. And the Wife sighed-she took the flower from the Ninny-nator, gave her a lecture, but knew the war was lost. If it wasn't a Ninny-nator who would pick the daffodils...it would be someone or something else.
Flower #3 met it's demise to a Frisbee. Flowers #4 and #5 to the windstorm. Flower #6 to the dogs. Flower #8 went MIA. Flower #9 was too close to home plate in our family kickball game. Flower #10 was under the child climbing the magnolia tree. The tulip hasn't bloomed. We think it has seen the fate of those who went before, and has retreated back underground.
Someday...someday you will drive past our little patch of heaven here out west...and you will be delighted with a field of happy yellow daffodils in spring. Someday...
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| Daffodil Flower #1, April 25, 2018 Photo credit: Liane Layhew no filters, iphone 6 |
