A Story About Spring
I was lying dormant in the ground, unaware of the bitter cold around me. My life force had retreated to it’s smallest capacity to survive the winter months.
Starting in the fall, I had soaked up the sun’s golden rays and I had absorbed all life giving nutrients from the soil to become larger and more healthy in order to endure the bitter weather .
Soon, I could feel stirrings within my central being. I started to feel a small breath of warmth around me. I knew that soon I would swell with life and burst forth from my winter prison. Days passed, and slowly the warmth spread throughout my being. I could wait no longer. I knew the earth worms had started their work of turning the soil making it soft and easy to traverse.
I could feel the sun growing stronger with each passing day.
Now, the time was at hand. I grew even larger and a central stem pushed forth from my bulb into the warm soil, and soon I was reaching toward the sunlight and warm breezes.
I burst from the soil with gay abandon. The sun warmed me daily and the gentle rains nourished my whole being. Cells divided and grew into leaves, and soon my blossom came forth from an unlikely green stem. I was whole and radiant with my lovely blossom and sweet scent. I was joined by others of my kind until we had spread a colorful carpet of blooms and filled the air with our pleasing fragrance.
Who am I? My name is Daffodil and I am perfect in the sight of my Creator.
Kathleen Durbin
© March 2006
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