However, a few days later when visiting an antebellum mansion in Roswell, we observed daffodils, in bud, in bloom, and past bloom. Again the sunny yellow cheered the heart and soul. Thoughts of those two flowers have been an almost daily remembrance. "Object lessons" fluttered through my head landing and flitting away.
By most standards, the daffodil is the more beautiful flower with it's trumpet surrounded by fragile petals proclaiming the coming spring. But it is a fragile flower. I planted many daffodils in my flower beds in Hutchinson and only occasionally did they dance in the spring breeze. Sometimes the leaves would poke through the soil too early, only to be frozen off or covered by a late spring snow. Some of the bulbs became winter food for squirrels and other varmints. Other times the leaves grew full and green, but no bud appeared.


Perhaps if Jesus had been giving the Sermon on the Mount from one of the many hills that comprise this part of Georgia He would have used the dandelion or daffodil in the following verse, part of a passage encouraging us not to be concerned or worries. From Matthew 6:28-30:
"So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
What is your lesson from the dandelion or the daffodil?
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