Jonquils, narcissus, daffodils, buttercups — whatever you call them — every spring, when I see them bloom, I smile and remember my grandmother. They were one of her favorite flowers. When these happy spring bulbs bloomed, they covered her yard.
The blossoms ranged in size and various shades and combinations of yellow, white, and orange. Some varieties were even double blossomed.
I remember the day my grandmother and I spent planting her yard with bulbs. She wanted them to look like God, Himself had planted them. Our method: We tossed the bulbs into the air and wherever they landed that’s where we planted the bulbs.
Over the years, those bulbs naturalized producing a carpet of springtime. I’ve read that to receive only 1 daffodil means misfortune. Fortunately, my grandmother’s yard contained so many blossoms that a bunch of daffodils was no problem for my young hands to pick and bring as a gift. Those bunches represented joy and happiness and my grandmother did too.
“Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.” Luke 12:27 NIV Bible