A friend brought me these daffodils Sunday morning.
Our front door was open, and I saw her coming up our walk. She was holding a bouquet of daffodils tightly in her hand, and she was beaming. Her smile was as sunny as the yellow of the flowers, but seeing her made me want to cry.
My friend has a progressive degenerative neurological disease, and each time we see her, we notice changes in her behavior and abilities.
Her husband and family and friends are adapting their lives to meet her needs, and along the way there are many losses. The outlook is daunting, but for her there are daffodils growing in her yard.
Begin doing what you want to do now.
We are not living in eternity.
We have only this moment, sparkling like a star
in our hand---and melting like a snowflake.
Francis Bacon, Sr.
What is it you want and need to do before the daffodils are gone? I would love to know.