The
first time I saw the daffodils blooming by the side of the road was well over
25 years ago. My mother-in-law and I were heading home after a day of shopping
when she suddenly veered off the main highway to show me something I’d never seen before.
We
traveled about a mile down a one-lane gravel road before turning to the south. And
there, in full abundance, was a riot of sunny yellow daffodils, blooming along both
sides of the road, as far as the eye could see. She didn’t know the story of
who had planted them or why, but she’d come across them years ago and thought
I’d enjoy seeing them.
I
hadn’t been back that way for years, but I did think of those amazing roadways
every spring. Then,
last week, as I noticed the bulbs beginning to bloom in my garden, I decided to
see if those dancing daffodils were still there, and there was only one way to find
out.
Armed
with my camera, I headed off, hoping I’d remember where to turn. In fact, I did
recognize one of the routes, and there at the intersection of two country roads were
the daffys; bright yellow, swaying and bobbing in the breeze, a happy harbinger of spring.
Once
again a riot of yellow blooms spread along the road, ending down by a house to
the south, but heading off toward a church and more roads to the north. Beautiful
and uplifting!
I did
some digging and finally discovered the story behind the daffodils from Jo
Gardner. Jo’s parents, Ed and Lois Whittaker decided back in the 1940s that they
wanted to make the countryside look pretty during these wet, muddy spring
months, so they began a two-person campaign to beautify their country
neighborhood. They began planting daffodil bulbs.
Each
year, they planted more bulbs, and each year the back country roadways heralded
in spring with the uplifting glow of yellow daffodils.
Jo
said that her dad, Ed would take a spade and make a hole, then her mom would
drop in the bulb, and Ed would step on it to cover it up.
Jo
isn’t sure where all of the bulbs came from. People began donating them, some
bulbs were divided, and sometimes the plants just spread themselves across the
countryside.
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Once
the Whittaker’s had planted their roadside, they branched off to the north and south,
lining the roads that led to the Pleasant Ridge Church. Word spread of the
spectacular flowers and people drove the roads to see the beauty.
Jo
doesn’t know why daffodils were her parent’s flower of choice, but folklore may
shed some light on that.
In
Victorian times, flowers had meanings – there were actual flower dictionaries
with the meaning explained.
According
to one description, the bright yellow daffy indicated love, regard and respect.
It was also a symbol of hope, joy and new beginnings; the perfect flower for spring,
which brings us a new beginning each year.
The
daffodil is also a symbol of rebirth, and associated with the spring festivals
of Lent and Easter. While we in the U.S. call them Easter Lilies, in Germany
they are known as Easter Bells, and in England as the Lenten Lily.
Jo
said that her father planted the last of the daffodils in 1989, at the age of
94.
The Whittaker’s life-long dedication to making their ”little corner of the world” more beautiful is a lesson for all of
us. Regardless of how busy we are, there’s always time to brighten a little
piece of our world, and that, in turn, may give joy to others.
Thanks to the Whittaker’s, the feelings of happiness and joy bubble forth over 70 years later at the
sight of those golden daffodils dancing in the prairie breeze each spring, along
the gravel roads of Lawrence County, Illinois.
What
a beautiful legacy to be remembered for!
~ Joy
"Daffodils"
(1804)
I
wander’d lonely as a cloud
That
floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When
all at once I saw a crowd,
A
host, of golden daffodils;
Beside
the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous
as the stars that shine
And
twinkle on the Milky Way,
They
stretch'd in never-ending line
Along
the margin of a bay:
Ten
thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The
waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did
the sparkling waves in glee:
A
poet could not but be gay,
In
such a jocund company:
I
gazed -- and gazed -- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For
oft, when on my couch I lie
In
vacant or in pensive mood,
They
flash upon that inward eye
Which
is the bliss of solitude;
And
then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
~
William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)