Sun Spilled Gold
(from "Things I Wish I'd Known sooner" by Jaroldeen
taken from Readers' Digest - October '97
It was a bleak, rainy
day, and I had no desire to drive up the winding
mountain road to my
daughter Carolyn's house. But she had insisted that I
come see something at
the top of the mountain.
So here I was, reluctantly making the two-hour journey through the fog that hung like veils. By the time I saw how thick it was near the summit, I'd gone too far to turn back. Nothing could be worth this, I thought as I inched along the perilous highway.
"I'll stay for lunch, but I'm heading back down as soon as the fog lifts," I announced when I arrived.
"But I need you to drive me to the garage to pick up my car," Carolyn said. "Could we at least do that?"
"How far is it?" I asked.
"About three minutes," she said. "I'll drive -- I'm used to it."
After ten minutes on the mountain road, I looked at her anxiously. "I thought you said three minutes."
She grinned. "This is a detour."
Turning down a narrow track, we parked the car and got out. We walked along a path that was thick with old pine needles. Huge black-green evergreens towered over us. Gradually the peace and silence of the place began to fill my mind.
Then we turned a corner -- and I stopped and gasped in amazement.
From the top of the mountain, sloping for several acres across folds and valleys, were rivers of daffodils in radiant bloom. A profusion of color -- from the palest ivory to the deepest lemon to the most vivid salmon -- blazed like a carpet before us. It looked as though the sun had tipped over and spilled gold down the mountainside.
At the center cascaded a waterfall of purple hyacinths. Here and there were coral-colored tulips. And as if this bonanza were not enough, western bluebirds frolicked over the heads of the daffodils, their magenta breasts and sapphire wings like a flutter of jewels.
A riot of questions filled my mind. Who created such beauty? Why? How?
As we approached the home that stood in the center of the property, we saw a sign: 'Answers to the questions I know you are asking.'
The first answer was: 'One woman - two hands, two feet, and very little brain.' The second was: 'One at a time.' The third: 'Started in 1958.'
As we drove home, I was so moved by what we had seen that I could scarcely speak. "She changed the world," I finally said, "one bulb at a time. She started almost 40 years ago, probably just the beginning of an idea, but she kept at it."
The wonder of it would not let me go. "Imagine," I said, "if I'd had a vision and worked at it, just a little bit every day, what might I have accomplished?"
Carolyn looked at me sideways, smiling. "Start tomorrow," she said. "Better yet, start today."