Photo Credits: Forest Wander
Spring is in the air! Well, at least I’d like to believe it is- that is- if you can look past the snow on the ground. Yes, here in Maryland we had a beautiful 70-degree day on Saturday and then fell into a downward evil weather spiral to an ugly 28 degrees and snow on Monday. Wha?
I’d like to say everyone is accepting this fine, with grace and dignity, but that would be a lie. People are starting to get crazy. And not just your typical crazy (like my sister), but an edgy, snappy, YES I WILL WEAR FLIP FLOPS IN SNOW IF I WANT crazy. They are booking spontaneous, unplanned weekend trips to Florida. They are wearing tank tops under turtlenecks. It is as though if we wear them, summer will come. We keep convincing ourselves- making empty promises of suntan lotions and beach bags- as the tips of our toes become frostbitten in the snow. Oh we are going to make this 40-degree day a TSHIRT day- because if we believe it- it will be TRUE!
Even the plants are going crazy. Above is a picture of them all snug inside at a flat 72 degrees. You would think they would be content, happy and appreciating just how good they have it. Not these little guys. They have their little faces pressed so hard up against the sliding glass; they are nearly freezing to the window pane. As they peer longingly into the great outdoors, thinking the grass is so much greener- though they cannot see far enough to realize it is, in fact, still brown. Dry and brittle, crumbling to the touch.
They are foolish little plants. So unaware of their quickened death should they boldly venture into the treacherous weather. For alas, they are just mere seedlings, but a few weeks old. They have not the intelligence or the stamina that the fearless daffodils do.
Daffodils, on the other hand, have their own little internal clock. They stubbornly think that despite what the thermometer reports, by god it is March and they are damn well going to make their appearance if they please. BACK OFF. For no one is as brave or determined as the daffodils. Bless their crazy little hearts.
Oh sure, everyone else stealthily keeps a watchful eye on the daffodils. The primroses, forsythias, and even tulips like to pretend that they were there, broken through the frozen soil the entire time. Meanwhile, they will not step foot above ground until they see that the daffodils have successfully emerged without sudden death or maiming.
It is true, the daffodils are crazy. I call them this every time I see them. On the sides of the roads. In vases. However, I admire their just-go-for-it attitude. They throw caution to the wind and are intimidated by no one or nothing. They are born leaders. They are assertive and fearless. They truly believe that you only live once. Or for a few weeks every year at least- so they just don’t have time to waste and ponder. They make a plan and take action.
I cannot help but think that we all would be a little better off to think like a daffodil some of the time. This spring, I challenge you to be a daffodil. Crazy but fearless. Time is not promised. Take action.
What would you do if failure was not an option?